180 Proof - Burnt By The Sun

Bullshit knocks you over the head

Like a ton of bricks

CNN kills brain cells like alcohol

PR feeds the rage

But the clear answers never come

It’s like an open bar to misplace our trust

Call into your talk show hatred

To express all that we don’t know

The sun will not rest

On backs of evil

The sun will not set

When we think like this

Wake up.

We will.

Destroy.

Ourselves

This rage is realy against yourself

You’re slamming the shots of fear itself

They’ll have to pry that remote from your dead

Cold hands

Our grip on truth rests

On the lies we’ve been told

And this whole thing.

Smells like

Bullshit

It smells like more bullshit to me

It’s the same scenario all across the land

TV radiating, remote in hand

Advertising, propagting-entertaining

We’re escaping.

We’re escaping from ourselves

Pull up a stool…

Truth.

Lies.

It’s all the same

Fact.

Fiction.

It’s all a game

Failure- to think for ourselves

Success- to live up to a lie