Bleach the reality, as we are in emergency.

The media show what's high, lie, the standard you can't deny, like a windshield you can't see, when they destroy your identity, eliminate the reality, play with me, use censorship to fight the emergency.

Afflicted victims of TV burning up all day long from non-imaginative children; we're going wrong.

You're the basic viewer, the lie consumer, thanking God for this remote controller.

Spoil the wellness of education, sacrifice the younger generation.

Speak to fight; the night will turn to light, praying for clear sight.

Yeah, when they'll get you shot. Until they'll get you shot, torn, bust, dead.

Inasmuch as the acts which you brag add more anger to my bag.

Polluted, your fucking facts that I grab.

Drop your disease into the environment, snap those shots of emaciated children.

The problem may come from the ones that like it; we might be the only ones willing to rearrange it.

Ever thought of it? Can't you find a better way to escape from your reality?

Spoil the wellness of education, sacrifice the younger generation.

Speak to fight; the night will turn to light, praying for clear sight.

Yeah, when they'll get you shot. Until they'll get you shot, torn, bust, dead.

But will they get you shot? Someday they'll get you shot.