Every man lives by his own [bad word] And idiot can have faith and they all do
Awash in the filth of this ugly town
chip on the shoulder
And the worst taste in my mouth
I thought it'd ease up as I got older
But the further I get the more I regret

The fashion of weakness
And the blissfully ignorant [bad word] each other to death
Who's lost in the shuffle
The children of [bad word] Left to inherit the mess
 [bad word] what's real
Give me more material
Who needs art when we have all [bad word] 
Every man lives by his own [bad word] Any idiot can have faith
And they all do
It takes courage to stare into the face [bad word] meaninglessness
And accept it.

I see a future
Fueled by the blatant desire
To get the bad news first
Can I take it all now
This could be my chance to be a hero
But let's get real