My digits exorcise all those unclean spirits,
Leaving them stranded in the rearview mist,
Reality drives people to get high or be pissed,
We were never meant to be living like this.
Problems occur,
Nights out are a blur,
Children are dying, nobody care.
Why do I feel for the world\'s injustices?
Legions would rather watch a film and eat Butterkist.