You can not see your misery
But you are climbing on the misery-tree
You broadcast filth, you bring us pain
We sow a tumor in your brain
Turn on your TV, what do you see?
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢re trapped inside our philosophy
Hallucinations becoming real
A fair price for the shit you deal
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know you...
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m not your private toy-maniac
Well, well, well, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll be paying you back
Donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know exactly just what to do
Maybe Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll die, but first Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m killing you
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know you
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t want to
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh
I can not see my misery
I guess Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m climbing up that misery-tree
But itâ"š¬â"ž¢s my life, itâ"š¬â"ž¢s my Swiss army-knife
Do as I want, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll cut my self free
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know you
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t want to
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh