Modern Vanity

Oh, it's a heart attack

No catch, I'm on fire, live to work, born to die

Oh, I'm the king of rats

So flush, Niacin, delusion, I can fly

I'm not lost

I'm just stuck

No pain

No plan

No blood

I'm not lost

I just want

Oh, day is done again

No catch, no progress, live to work, born to die

I'm not lost

I'm just stuck

No pain

No plan

No blood

All those drugs

I want you so much

Such fame

Such love

All those drugs are the same

Fair fights are lies

Fair fights are lies

Pharisees wage coldest wars

So sell your cloak and buy that sword

It's a ferris wheel that catches fire

And yeah, it's all they ever wanted

Peace, love, no war, just kill the poor!

Pretend kings with plastic lives

In big clone houses hang their signs

If you take yours, I best take mine

Is this all that we wanted?