Now take your filthy claws out of menI don’t want em’ here no morenA Baseball bat for your TV screennA hydrogen bomb in your strip mallnThey start you off so youngnInstilling what you neednFlashing imagery persist to cut the flow off you bloodstreamnUntil our imaginations have become pixilatednAnd now megabytes do the work of brain cellsnAnd hard drives fill the task of heartsnBut humans can’t be trusted anywaynCause we can’t live forevernAnd Immortality is an art just like the fear of rejectionnCome on swallow this handful downnYou know your conscience is impregnablenAssimilation has become imminentnSo pull the hammer back now, now, nownAnd drink it down until you see the bottomnCan’t you smell it, can’t you smell it?nIt’s all around!nWhose got a driver for these screws?nEverybody’s got an answer for our solutionnIt requires the liberation of emotionnA little passion a little ragenA book and a bottle and some gasolinenA little passion a little ragenA book and a bottle and some gasolinenAnd a smile, and a smile from the mouths of who are worth it