Young hands dispense drinking equipment
Feeding the relentless machine
Coffee is the drug
The weathered waitress is the pusher
And I... I am the junkie
We are all junkies
Prozac, weed, Viagra, heroin
Television, computers, cars, oil, electricity, convenience...
If religion is the opiate of the masses
Does that explain why crazy zealots ruined this country?
They must have been high
And what of those who worship science, technology, and the almighty dollar?
What happens to their eternal spirit?
It seems that my every thought is a question
Feel something!
Even anger is better than apathy and cynicism
