I have a gun, and I want to shoot it
At the symbols, Of freedom
Attack the power, and structure
Self-expression, unfettered
I'll use violence, just like you taught us
Love nothing, forgive no one
Holding hands, with switchblades
Cut it open, dig deeper in
These are words spoken in ecstasy,
desperation, and apathy
These are actions of passion,
giving up, and new creations
My mind is lying, making up stories
Like the machines, in all their glory
My hands and body, are deteriorating
From lack of use, and lack of caring

I'd scream out loud, but I have no breath
What a surprise, this is the new death
These are words spoken in ecstasy,
desperation, and apathy
These are actions of passion,
giving up, and new creations
Art as a way of thinking
Thinking as a way of living
Living as a way of loving
Loving is respect plus passion