and if this life's your canvas  don't hesitate to paint you purpose  over walls that paint your direction  shout the thoughts your world is too scared  to mention  or have you been shackled to the sitcoms  or have you been guided by the tabloids  or are you just a mass consumer of popular opinion  we've been organized to think and feel a lie  and if you're thirsty for some truth  there's a fucking fountain inside of you  overflowing by the seconds to flood  you're empty life  sharpen out the dullness you've been programmed  to deny  you look to groups and movements and counter  culture sects  to justify yourself as being intelligent  buckled tightly to a scene,  safely pinned to a philosophy  doesn't make you radical or even significant  as you parade through the glitz  nose high in the air  you swear you're painting your own picture  but it's a shame that you can't do it