Before you share your manifest As a contagious sore I'll play the urban pessimist You're rotten to the deepest core It's not a vision in your eyes As just another brain cell dies A deadbeat nation with no guide Hysterical peace-keeping whores You little barefoot busy bee You speak of brave new love You preach of turning back to basics But there's a laptop in your lap You'll change the world with tribal dances And a multy-story modern Zen What makes you thing you'll save the day? All that you do is second hand The stench of change that makes no change No change at all! I must confess with no regrets I cannot wait to watch your fall! Buried by the light - that swept this modern age Rome Buried by the light - funeral pyre of what I called home So now you say you've traveled far With lots of cash and time to kill With meanings hidden in a jar Messiahs made of little pills You think you are the throne's redemption Where there's no fear, there are no questions You hold the keys of misconception That all you saw was real Rebel as much as they allow When time is right, you'll break your vows Become your parents anyhow And the mediocrity that they endow