Tired moments,Fucked up mindes,Empty faces,Eyes that are blind.Flick through the papers,Car Crash,Death,Vacant pages offer no breath.Of hope,Future,Possibility,To those fucked up mindless people who haven't got the eyes to see the pages of the guardian or the pages of the sun,Are just a load of fucking lies,Are just a fucking con.Why do they us rubbish?Why do they feed us shit?Is this really what they think we want?Scrapings from the pit.