Your substantial credibility
  Isn't much a part of me
  A spreading sickness, poor in taste
  No sense of reality
  Following the newest trend, it's cutting edge
  So you pretend to believe ideals
  And conform to rules of material opinions
  We're all products of a manufactured generation
  Controlled through television, by sex and violence
  Resist
  We accept the obscene as average
  Twisting all that our instincts are fighting for
  Resist it
  Man exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flash
  We rape, we destroy all that's holy
  Resist them
  Flesh market society we digress
  We fight to survive while
  Destroying each other with selfishness
  Lies of liberty and freedom
  Hopes in something called democracy
  Masking the reality