Dig me a grave
 I can't take another minute of this poseurs charade
 Give me radio revolution
 Give me public execution
 Burn the flag, join the looters, plug your ears
 And stop the endless stream of lies
 You're standing on the top, don't know how you got there
 You think you're going out, never known, you never will
 They're coming up to get you
 Knock you down
 Momentary fashion, the passing of a phase
 Calculated drivel from empty soul parade
 Pabulum for the masses, you can't dig the grave
 All you ever wanted was a little peace of fame
 Oh your lies
 Lies