[Verse:1]
There's a million filthy losers
For every clean winner
Illusion is sacred
Truth is profane
Like an unpinned grenade

Unchain unleash uncontrol undermine

[Verse:2]
Defend your ideologies
Mechanical societies
Paranoia vs. self defense
Suicide murder
Pornography, kitsch and firearms


Unleash uncontrol undermine
Like an unpinned grenade

[Verse:3]
There's a million sorry users
For every born sinner
Illusion is pleasure
The truth made of pain
Watching history fade
Unchanged untied
Gun control underlined
Chemical anxieties emotional amputees
Fall in love at first offense
Assisted murder
Pornography, kitsch and firearms