May Be Monitored For Quality Control (Indecision)

Our teeth break on nails yet we chew on them still As moths to a flame No one is saved No one still lives Driven by guilt and greed and numb to all extremes And you want everything in arms reach Gorge yourself on images and promises But what do you have? what do you feel? What do you want besides more? What is your definition of what is real? Who uses you and what for? Sculpted, written in stone: the myth of "satisfaction" Reach out for the intangible Chase your fantasy in to the wasteland Shit breeding shit - this what is left of us Shit breeding shit - what has become of us? "give me convenience or give me death" This is what rapes us, makes us and breaks us every fucking day