I thought the West was won, butnSeems I had just begun to nLose all ideals I once knewnnMountains of transmutationnAnxious anticipationnThese sodden skies and burning fusennShort goals and grim objectivesnSoon rising seas will take our homesnnBenchmarks ensure salvationnCreation and temptationnBlack lungs and virtuous hate songsnnAntibiotics and disinfectantsnGermophobes for a stronger infectionnCowboys on steroids love tabloidsnnExpecting endless surplusnSoon they'll have nothing left to wastennRacing from dark what you distrustnUnsure why they all hate usnnThink about it, think about itnThe world defines younThink about it, think about it allnnYou should be depressednAnd no little pill will make any differencennPeople, for idle secondsnBow to their idiocracynMedia-spun realitynnNightmares come every shuteyenStill they don't see what they've becomenStill they won't see what they have donennPower mad, mass corruptionnBlood money changes everyonennWake each day in panic and distrustnKnowing why they all hate usnnThink about it, think about itnThe world describes younThink about it, think about it allnYou should be anxiousnnNo little pill, no little pill, no little pillnWill make any difference