Hatred and genocide, this is still the land of murder and suicide Twenty-two and already burned out from the telescreen hammering doubt "Smoke a bowl, man, relax and rebel" If all the truths be known, it wouldn't matter anyway 'Cause some things never change, you know things never change I'm just waiting for the day I become what I hate And everything's locked in a goddamn stalemate I don't honor or respect your flag, your values, your drug arrests, And cutting my wrists is a cop-out, but the crisis upon me keeps bludgeoning doubt A siren tears the night in half, my insides shattered while my outside laughs 'Cause some things never change, I know things never change Tomorrow I don't know, but today my mind's locked; One eye on the system, the other on the clock Just waiting for the day I'll become what I hate All the pointing guns locked me in this stalemate I know what I hate: stalemate... Fuck you and fuck this stalemate