Far Beyond Driven

It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud. You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create. If I hit bottom and everythings gone in the great Mississippi, please drown me and run. It's digging time again, you're nurturing the weakest trend. Those with the heart and the brain get past this, can spot a pathetic without even asking. Fuck your magazines, and fuck the long dead plastic scene. Piece a new hole, if hell was "in" you'd give your soul.
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL, thats right, THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL!
Buy it at a store, from MTV to on the floor. You look just like a star, it's proof you don't know who you are. It's bullshit time again, you'll save the world within your trend. Politically relieved, you're product sold and well received. The right words spoken gold, If I was God you'd sell your sould to...

Truly, fuck the world, for all it's worth, every inch on planet earth, fuck myself, don't leave me out, but dont get involved, don't corner me. Inside, ulcer, unjust bastards, file ou fave first. Meet the lies and see what you are. It's forcing you down, and it's grinding against you. Let the war nerve break. For every fucking second the pathetic mdia pisses on me and judges what I am in one paragraph- Look here- Fuck you all. Expect the worse, you bleeding heart, but you kill me first before it starts, yes my cock is getting hard, we are born different after all. Invite mayhem, produce weapons, shoot out, burn down. No CNN or media now. All the money in the fucking world couldn't buy me one second of trust or one ouce of faith in anything you're about. Fuck you all. Nothing is worth the sleep that I've lost, Apologies unacceptable now. A blistered revenge await in me. This awaits in me. This is fucking loveless- Hate. Hate mail is not read, in jail instead. Hate- The Lord knows, there's worse. Ignore, this curse- Hate!

A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth of the outsiders lawyers, police. A small price to pay for the dope and the guns and the rape, it should all be O.K. Your father is rich he's the judge, he's the man, he's the God that got your sentence reduced, but in the back of his mind, he well knows what he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you- in you
(Chorus) Drag the Waters some more, like never before.
Sweet is the slice and the lips- you're gonna have that woman- she is your favorite lay. Promised you (swore) that no one had been there, and she was going to keep it that way. Let in move in, you got thin, and got high, and your money went and so did your friends, but she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide in with it, out with it.