I'm too many heartbeats a minute
  My bed is sheet-twisted and I'm sleepless
  My brain is baffled, boggled, and battle-fatigued
  I'm my career, I'm radio static, I am my income, traffic, the car I drive
  I'm panic and I need TV for my dreams
  Seventh eleven seventh heaven
  I'm green I want I need I want I need convenience
  I am addicted I am six digits
  Ambitions bloating I'm busy noisy
  Infidelities to the dream I had of who I might to
  I'm caffeinated and incorporated
  Cog in the wheel of machinery
  Naked aggressive, nightly newsish, and stress related
  I'm crack cocaine and cholesterol
  I play hard ball, I mean business and I've got a hard on for hate
  What is a god and whose is this country
  When it's only chity me and mine
  I see my life flash before me when I try to sleep
  I am a product

  Not a whole lot, not a whole lot changes
  I can I...can...I...can