Tekster:
Waste Management Get Your Mind Right

I didn't ask to be alive I'm gonna lose my fucking mind College, job, or nuclear war What the fuck am I here for? Pressing on, hating it...no rest

bar Go out and have your fun Rage is breeding Violent moods Tempers flaring What do you do? Street beef - all the time Fists fly without minds

I've walked this earth I don't like what I've seen Plastic society, crippled humanity Strangers' opinions dictate what we're to be Just open your

War is on inside my head Daily struggle to exist Can't conform - be one of them Keep control until the end Get your mind right!

down - pile of shit Watered down - sick of it Dumb it down to appeal to the masses Sell out venues to a bunch of deaf clowns So sincere with your