"Pictures"

I feel like a slave
To a circle of chosen thieves
Where the jaded heart is priceless
Hell bent on world domination
And to surrender is to survive

Their like a royal breed of vermin
Fighting over the corpse of happiness
Their like disenchanted leeches
They suck the beauty out of everything

Now that the great mystery has evaporated
Been dragged out into the light
I see through it all now
I shudder at the thought of what I’ve become

Now that I’m exposed
Now that I’m exposed
I feel violated
I feel violated
Oh bless my sense of reason
Better shed my skin
And burry these
And burry these
And burry these
And burry these
And burry these useless words
Beneath the road ways of America
Better shed my skin
And burry these useless words
Beneath the roadways of America