Sick of Space

I'm stuck inside the center of the sprawl
An empty endless void of laundromats and mini malls
The poking and the prodding of anyone at all
That seems most likely to be straying from the call
Of violence and virtue
Of Ignorance as gall
The values of the valley ain't the values of us all

I'm so sick of space (x3)
These days

They think they know what happens when you die
I hope they're not socked
I hope they're not surprised
If it looks a lot like this an endlеss glow of retail signs
More fast food options bigger sizеd and better priced
I'm waiting for the day that bulldozers are praised and worshipped like the gods in coliseums

I'm so sick of space (x3)
These days