Strung Out

Jason: We call this one The Kids
Crah! (that weird noise he makes)
Don't pack your bags
don't bring your things
just leave them all behind
Don't you worry about a letter
left for someone else to find
No explanation needed
to define what we have done
We've mapped our course
we've set our sights
crossed hairs on everyone
Today it's you and me
and we're blowin up the world
We'll climb it's highest peak
and watch it fall apart
We are the end result
we've forged our destiny
to rebuild it all again
Spray paint begins to dry
the message soon becomes
So obvious that this
walking adolescent death trips tired of doin time
They are the reversal
they are silent
they are one
They are everything you made them
assassination of the young
Today it's you and me
and we're blowin up the world
They'll write about us all
if they get out alive
We are the end result
we've forged our destiny
to rebuild it all again
You medicate into submission
And a sleeping monster needs no attention
You bring me up to bring me down
You knew one day I'd come around
This wasteland be our playground
be our temple
be our salvation
We'll fill the seas with gasoline
and shoot the sun right out the sky
The spark of our imagination
will keep all hope from running dry
They'll write about us all
if anyone gets out alive
to build it all again
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Professor/scientist voice: This is the beginning, this is the
beginning of the rest of the future now and from now on
there will simply be all these robots walking around, feeling
nothing, thinking nothing, and there will be nobody left almost
to remind them that there once a species called a human
being, with feelings and thoughts and that history and
memory are right now being erased and soon nobody will
really remember that life existed on the planet.
Voice in crowd/one of the guitarists: Every fucking day! Yeah!