Everyone is a prostitute
Singing the song in prison
Moral standards the wallpaper
The wall is a bad religion
Media please teach me what to speak
Take my decisions
It's how to find your inner-self time
On the sell-a-vision

No one knows what they're for
No one even cares
We shout publicity hand outs
Nobody's scared

The language we use is it what we want
Does it not project the false?
The subject to object journeys mean
That a word loses course
Description is in balance
But all you want is money
Having is more than being now
Nobody is sorry