Viva la Persistence

I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life It was a package of pure darkness tied up with a silver string Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist I've got all of your albums and I think you are the best" He started to cry and I started to laugh I gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph Reeling in my disbelief, I know that it was just a dream All the covers that I see are different from the books I read Everything is crumbling around me Why does everything cost so much money? Could somebody please help out my family? My mom needs hearing aids, new shoulders, and new legs My dad needs a break he works all day every day My brother needs a place and a job where he can make Enough money to take care of his baby Here's a simple dissertation on a complex situation Money and intimidation and mass graves make strong foundations For the giant corporations that own all the TV stations Telling us to take vacations to their big theme park plantations Rather than to hearts of nations Where we might meet people on the street who say "I don't want my MTV cause it brought viva to its knees" And mom and pop are begging "please, globalization's killing me" While we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need Like Martha Stewart shams and sheets and sugar free powdered iced tea Vanilla Coke, lemon Pepsi, 'Friends' episodes on DVD I went to see the doctor of psychiatry Weapons of mass instruction finally broke me He said "act your age, don't be afraid, take two of these Now listen real hard, put down that guitar Don't be a retard, be all that you can be" The things he said I could be were laid out right in front of me Would I choose deep fried apathy, mcnuggets where my balls should be Or super sized conformity? I walked away and I'm still me Free to go fucking crazy, free to know why I'm angry One and one and one is three and you and me is all I need Singing songs, drawing cocks, picking locks to locked doors Find deflated hearts, and pump them up