We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms

Until we’re lost in the catacombs

Of the life we buy and the death we chose

And it’s the perfect murder

See the test subjects suppress their doubts

You can steal anything from them they’re so indifferent to it now

Drop the scraps for the rats, let them fight it out

Keep the poison sweet, starve the habit feed the need

We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms

Until we’re lost in the catacombs

Of the life we buy and the death we chose

And it’s the perfect murder

See the actors fight for the better parts

You can have anything you want if you can act without your heart

Aim the gun at their feet and watch them dance

Call the war drums art, and they’ll soon learn how to march

We build ourselves up with the aid of a crutch

That will soon turn to rust

We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms

Until we’re lost in the catacombs

Of the life we buy and the death we chose

And it’s the perfect murder

We kill ourselves for our greed

Our green screen false reality

Kicks the chair from our feet

And it’s the perfect murder

L. Switzer