October Crisis A Message from our Sponsors Lyrics:
Fill my Head, Fill my Head, with shallow dreams
and hopes of things that I can not achieve Sixteen
minutes for every sixty is devoted to the selling
of me...

( I'm hating it! )

You best drive a fast car or a big bad SUV you
best not be going bald or dealing with
impotency... Feel my arteries hardening, speeding
up my death, let's hope the funeral parlor
commercial is next. Or life insurance at freedom
by age fifty-five, so I'll get thirty more years
to consume before I die!

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- Four out of Five Doctors prefer selling
prescriptions for commission then helping the
health care system. News Flash! Our culture is
dying... This new god is lying. Technology is
raping us all for the taking! - Feel my status
growing, now this is success. I can only hope that
my ego can handle this... made from magazine
cut-outs and your stupid fucking surveys...
Telling me what products I need to consume so that
I can get laid.

(- Four out of Five...)

[We're all dying...Face it... This is the best
that we could... Is this the best that we could
do?]
Why... Isn't this more sad? I'm sure you could
but the cure to a broken heart.... Consume! And
now, a message from our Sponsors....
Lyrics: A Message from our Sponsors, October Crisis [end]