A high pitched scream without balance
Rebellious tones come out of dry up lips
Coorperate bastards join in their games
It seems they are involved in their shemes
The guidepost - just a cone of light for my staring eyes
A million questions run through my vains
Uncertainty drives us all
Through darkened streets
Just a come of light - the guidepost for my staring eyes
Yet my heart shows me another way
Oh, i'm late
The train of consumption has passed
But there are a million ways out of here