Part I: Mass Hysteria

Sing us the song of the century

That sings like American eulogy

The dawn of my love and conspiracy

Of forgotten hope and the class of 13

Tell me a story into that goodnight

Sing us a song for me

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic

Elevated to the point of static

Beating into the hearts of the fanatics

And the neighborhood's a loaded gun

Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming

And we welfare is asphyxiating

Mass confusion is all the new rage

And it's creating a feeding ground

For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter

And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir

The punch line is a natural disaster

And it's sung by the unemployed

Fight fire with a riot

The class war is hanging on a wire

Because the martyr is a compulsive liar

When he said

"It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria"

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

There's a disturbance on the Oceanside

They tapped into the reserve

The static response is so unclear now

Mayday this is not a test!

As the neighborhood burns,

American is falling

Vigilantes warning you

Calling Christian and Gloria

Part II: Modern World

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I'm the class of 13

In the era of dissent

A hostage of the soul

On a strike to pay the rent

The last of the rebels

Without a common ground

I'm gonna light a fire

Into the underground

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I am a nation

Without bureaucratic ties

Deny the allegation as it's written

I want to take a ride to the great divide

Beyond the "up to date"

And then neo-gentrified

The high definition for the low resident

Where the value of your mind

Is not held in contempt

I can hear the sound of

A beating heart

That bleeds beyond a system

That's falling apart

With money to burn

On a minimum wage

'Cause I don't give a shit

About the modern age

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

I don't want to live in the modern world

Mass Hysteria

I don't want to live in the modern world

Mass Hysteria

I don't want to live in the modern world

Mass Hysteria

I don't want to live in the modern world

Mass Hysteria