Cut Rate

you try to take all the challenge out of all of our lives you make it all too predictable, with your white wash lies you see, you got to show me the torment and all the despair all those bloodless bullet holes are more than we can bear with the plastic coverings and the cut-rate display no renewal of the pleasurable with no image of decay you go for the stability and what do you get? some real vivid misfortune, a cause now an effect clean sweep