Burned Device

Down in the deep, black hole of my heart I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said Forever burn this world, it's far too late Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes Industrial revolution, no other solution For the junk cultured junkies needs So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet The machine it's got to bring you down to your knees Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home Contact with big Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler Sour mouthed stomachs well fed And I'm moving the game yet I still complain The paranoia, it swells inside my head