Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.