Can I resist
The urge of the age
The driving force of, the misguided new page
The sugar drenched society
The plastic burden of decay
The saturated market
Of urban dismay
Can you walk past the ever long of distraction
That push you away and further out of mind
The consciousness of reason is good to go away
Exactly what some want but I tell you I'll have my say
Turns out to be
Down the line
It won't be fine
The world of the man trying to take control
Is one that I will not give into easily
I'll have the day, of that what makes me tick
And throw your ideas, they just make me sick
They just make me sick