Well I'm a member of the generation Pentium mind   Post-Columbine kids we practice standing in line   I could hear the whistles blowin' at degree factories;   You better know your role   Paranoia kicks his shoes off and he settles in   Can't have a conversation without my head spinning   To the beat of the dark money metronome   The scattered tempo will arrest your soul      I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary disease of the heart   Provided at no extra charge by the lies spread by their whores   Cancer costs a bit more      Well half full or half empty man, it's no concern   When the glass is smashed and you got nothing to learn   Come off of your pedestal, digress from your post;   Obey the posters on the wall   Her goosebumps are whispering a secret to me   While her logic's condescends on my fantasies   Searching for Atlantis in the thick of a storm   Capsize with the Montengards      Well I can't go it alone   But I don't need the approval of the megaphone   Because the voice behind's got a plan of his own;   To play me for, for a fool      Well even Ceaser can share some empathy   With the Fourth Estate's brutal murder atrocity   They tasted the blade of the Laissez-sword   And it burned when it went down   The weathermen are telling me that I'd better scramble   There's a storm on the brink that the levies won't handle   Opportunity's door is neither open or shut;   It's rusted and propped ajar      I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary disease   While the power is listed at the top of the screen   So play me for, for a fool