Survivalism

wanted to cap somebody
wanted to buck em' down
wanted to pull the trigger
just to hear the fucking sound
i got my propaganda
i get my cable free
i hang it from my neck
and go to work from tree to tree
it's gotta be the poison
they're putting in my food
it takes me by the brain
and marks me to my every move
i try to change the channel
the channel's changing me
i take the cup and prop it up
before i start to pee

i stumble from the toilet
i'm sprawled across the floor
i feel my head expand
beyond the room
beyond the door
i'm in an oval office
in an electric chair
i sign my name
beneath the claim
that i don't really care
i got survivalism
you've got my claim to fame
i got the right to say
i'm fighting under jesus' name
i see the .45's
but i wont act surprised
lost my faith along the way
and found myself believing your lies