The Defense
Bad Religion
The Process Of Belief (2002)

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today.
Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady.
I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels but there's nothing on,
And my high-speed connection's monitored daily by the pentagon.
These things are seldom what they seem.
I'm not inclined to enjoy my dreams.
Won't go away.
No peace and no friends.
We trace the mortal edge.
To state the obvious, this world is perilous for us.
No sense and no guide.
Ain't it beautiful to be alive. (yeah right)
I won't resign before the struggle ends,
So I'll construct a sound defense.
We are the prey and culture is the predator.
I'm running out of time.
Where conditions are positional.
Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity.
There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality.
Is there an option left for me?
I'm not immune to despondency.
There's no way.
There's a signpost on the corner, and it keeps everybody safe
We were all made in the shade.
And your mother's in the kitchen, where she's patching all the cracks in the wall.
We never had a care in the world.
Too much sacrifice, (no shade)
It's hard to recognize. (no light)
Traps and compromise (just black) obscuring deadly alibis (and white)
It's combinational. (my plans)
The pressure's so intense, (and designs)
When I construct a sound defense (no way)
Nothing's plainer than madness in the world today. (no sign)
I must conceal myself and steal myself and break away. (no grace)
I'll seek initiative in matters that are black and white, (no sense)
When I construct a sound defense.