On the highway to hell
We strap ourselves
To a dooms day device
Burning up the sky
Like a dusted angel;
High as a kite
And dead as a Zombie
Flying colors whoosh past
In a kaleidoscopic assortment
When through hell's gates
Comes the past, with replica of us
We’re the cynical corrupt,
Syndicate,
Causing world fuss;
You conservative martyrs,
Socialist blood suckers
You know nothing
Of the future
The reality of it all,
We are the future;
And we're fed
By corporate mother fuckers
Blasting through
Like an orgasm having a ball
Hide the children from reality
And rape them of it
Let them see the colors
In the shadows
As it all goes red
See us dying
Slowly on the streets;
The wrist with the slit
We're the Cancer
The Zombies
And we're already dead
Stand aside mom and dad
We're all grown up today
We were yesterday's tomorrow;
Now we're just like you
Aren't you so proud
We revolted in disgust
And disarray;
And it's the shadows,
In the dark…
The light which is true?
