These are the views that you're forced to believe in

When you don't wanna choose the theme or decide what to mean

Those funny thoughts in your head now, any which way

Will shake your foundation down then make your day

When the thrashers are pounding

Much too fast for love

And the neon lights blinding

Who could ask for more?

Blame the world conspiracy for the mood that you're in

Or any other elevated word to describe the scheme

Then sit and watch your navel growing dirtier by the day

Listening to the drone from the era constructing decay

Well the thrasher's still pounding

And who won't give a damn

That it's the final solution

Of the master plan

Well the trashers are pounding

And I'll dream away

I'll go anywhere I wanna

I'm not gonna stay

Then if I could rewind and start all over again

I'd buy a bulletproof conception and a couple of matching friends

But then again my right hand fills in the form

Those spastic signs to keep it close to the norm

Well the thrasher's still pounding

And who won't give a damn

That it's the final solution

Of the master plan

Well the trashers are pounding

And I'll dream away

I'll go anywhere I wanna

I'm not gonna stay