(Houston we have a problem)

 This song will fester inside your little head
 If time allows it, at a later date
 This song is a testimony of what we were force fed
 Beaten, battered and left for dead.

 Cat and mice play dice underneath your bedroom window

 I am the rage of a generation - misled, gone astray
 I am the voice of liberation about to break the chain
 Born for no good reason, made to feel at home
 Practicing consumerism inside this pleasure dome