I thought the west was won but
Seems like I had just begun to lose all
Ideals I once knew mountains and
Transmutation anxious anticipation
These sodden skiey and burning views
Short goals and grim objectives soon
Rising seas will take your homes
Benchmarks and sure salvation creation
And temptation black lungs sing vituous
Hate songs antibiotics and disinfectants
Germaphobes for stronger infection
Cowboys on steroids love tabloids
Expecting endless surplus soon they'll
Have nothing left to waste racing from
Dogma to distrust unsure why they all
Hate us