In Tyler We Trust

May 17, 2008 - 11:35 AM PST

It’s time to break these lonely boxes
That we call our homes
Because who cares about what we had
When all that’s left are bones?

We don’t need clever art or perfect teeth
As the media tightens its hold
Will anyone make a stand,
Or will our stature fold?

We don’t need all the garbage
We’re told we need to possess
What good is that new couch
When the world is such a mess?

So look what our fake society
Has taught us to love and know
We’re not movie gods or rock stars
We’ve reached an all-time low

It’s time to make a change
We’ve let this go too far
Hit me as hard as you can, you bastard
I don’t want to die without scars

Here’s a heartfelt “fuck you”
Dedicated to the corporate machine
Corrupting minds and changing hearts
Destroying what we could have been