interpreting the nightmare

Thinking Man Deviation of some ideal of perfection Doubt your doubts not your beliefs Sense of shared gried, citywide funeral I was avidly seeking someone as sad as I was I kind of thought I'd either recover or die and both seemed very natural Despair was a brea from the ordinary Leaving the secular shores of sanity behind me I'm in real trouble and Aint no solace abiding by the Constitution as best you understand that and looking out for your fellow Americans. We killed more people beofre 7am than most countries kill all day Be all you can be Saggy pants and nose rings You get your youngs, n ill get my youngs. Oi Working class Everyone has to play no one is excused Forced to play a no win game of femininity How do you get by day to day Sometimes the devil you know is better than the one you don't Questioning your own sense of reality You isolate yourself cause its easier Um like whatever Hate The Living, Love The Dead Welcome to the wasteland Product of waste Lead us not into temptation Some people say in order to survive it you must be as mad as a hatter our daily breadRoach class I guess I would complain too if I sucked When a preoccupation for flatulence takes importance over human life Born dead She faces an honest future and my thoughts they surely wereTurned to instinct and obedience to God Nothing is permanent Another shot of whiskeyRepent or Perish Low levels of social aspiration Your trust is in whiskey and weed and Black Sabbath Black tooth grin