fake homeboys in a shopping mall

this is the age of "fuck you, it's all about me"
fake homeboys in a shopping mall make gran deviate from her line
young lips with the breast feed ban must make mother's milk sour
in a world of dizzy game shows where she never scoops the pool
the image bank zero deposits and liquidates her mind

morning comes like information confused:

i can't eat i can't sleep i can't think

this is the rage of a cyclone filled with seeds
you grow pages but the money-men make a mockery of the trees
and disbelief in your own power offers more to them
like a bald genius in a motel room hurling insults at himself
the image bank zero deposits and liquidates his mind...

morning comes like information refused:

i can't eat i can't sleep i can't think
i feel beat i feel cheap i can't blink

this is the coming of the thunderstorms, a warm front bringing change
they think it's time to kill the flaws, and to reconstruct our DNA
as real estate agents sub-divide to plant their concrete seeds
a genetic modified harvest feeds the breakfast of our greed
the image bank zero deposits and liquidates our minds

and the morning comes, and the morning comes
and the morning comes, the morning comes

morning comes like information diffused:

this is near the last (gasp) spluttering of my youth

sometimes i feel like cutting off this metal jacket
peeling off this plastic skin
arms by my side
face skyward
to shoot
my self
bullet-like
into the great within

but now you're pushing me down, down
down, down, yes you're pushing me
down, pushing me down
down, down, down
down

into the ground