I'm Not In Here With You (You're In Here With Me)

seems the sickness within each year

has got what it takes

to make the go-getters volunteer

applauding their own cynical skills

let's drop the bomb,

their future's on

let's drop the bomb

because dusted off opinions

are way around

desperate for some moral ground

I detest everything they've blessed

I abhor everything they stand for



a few degrees of rottenness

is what separates

their lives from their deaths



to many free market conquerors

and inventors of government bluffs

are looked up upon:

they know the job and get it done

with cheap convenience and racing airwaves

I overslept my going for vengeance

rightful retaliation

I would like to enter their vicious circle

with the adrenaline rush of a great beserker

they seek profit, they think global

but see poverty as a personal failure and shame



a few degrees of rottenness

is what separates

their lives from their deaths



so call me killjoy

but there's a certain happiness and success

I'd like to destroy



a few degrees of rottenness

is what separates

their lives from their deaths

maybe I'm only one of many

who's started to reconsider murder

the harder it gets

the more they tend to look like

moving targets