Standard (EADGBE)

 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 the degree factory

 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 liars spread by their whores

Cancer costs a bit more

 Half full or half empty man its no concern

 When the glass is smashed and you got nothing to learn

 Come off your pedestal digress from your post

 Obey the posters on the wall

 Her goosebumps are whispering a secret to me

 While logic's condescending 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 a fool

 Even Ceaser can share some empathy

 For 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

 My power is listed at the top of the screen

 So play me for a fool