You like the air
Sweetened and unreal
Well, you don't care
And if there is a filter on your badge
Choke on air that you never had
Now isn't that sad?
You like to smoke, don't you
It's in the taste
There won't be a single stain
Or a hole in your face
And if there is a filter in your head
If there is a sponge inside your blood
If there is a filter near your bed
Choke on air that you never had
Now isn't that sad?