Scrap
Come the night of the flight
from daily monotony
wipe the mask its your task
feed superficiality
behind the smile of shallowness
an 'e' pops out like pumping ass
TV lords design your mess
annulling your interests
fat exploiters getting rich
old man's blues mock youngsters' kitch
yet their system perpetuates
let's revolt its getting late
Conform your life away
or wake up destroy the way
Scrap the system.