" You sing your tune in a minor key / while living in major sleep. /
Got anarchy in your hand and / it's time to collect your land back. /
What is coming and what is going. /
What is loving and what is blowing.
Your solipsistic point of view / still dying to feel something new. /
There's tapeworms in your mind / letting them eat away your life.
What is coming and what is going. /
What is loving and what is blowing.
There's nothing more than meets the eye. /
I can't ever find away to bury it down. /
I can't ever find away to come around. "