Brush the Dust Away

In the most desolate corner A bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic Let us dance to the pistol magic Just aim and end another But think, as I rape your mother Another player joins the table Who I can or cannot trust When do we get assigned? Pure and precious with bad intensions Hey, come and join the show All the cameras are ready to go Just aim and end another But think, as I rape your mother A single step - a garbled life Where's the profit? Your rage - the pain Will it all be worth it? Genetic, it seems to be.... Abandon, the mass ideal We think we're in control then we become the things we hate Lets re-unite and brush the dust away Obtain a prosperous future and the admiration of all Act in "the sensations" media hour All inhale the downward spiral