You can not see your misery
  But you are climbing on the misery-tree
  You broadcast filth, you bring us pain
  We sow a tumor in your brain
  Turn on your TV, what do you see?
  You're trapped inside our philosophy
  Hallucinations becoming real
  A fair price for the shit you deal
  
  I don't know you...
  
  I'm not your private toy-maniac
  Well, well, well, I'll be paying you back
  Don't know exactly just what to do
  Maybe I'll die, but first I'm killing you
  
  I don't know you
  I don't want to
  I'll see you in Pittsburgh
  Long live the New Flesh
  
  I can not see my misery
  I guess I'm climbing up that misery-tree
  But it's my life, it's my Swiss army-knife
  Do as I want, I'll cut my self free
  
  I don't know you
  I don't want to
  I'll see you in Pittsburgh
  Long live the New Flesh