Fill in the blank.

with whatever image sticks to the brain,
even if it's sick 'n' twisted
derranged,
well manicured with its perfect attitude and posture,
the perfect imposter,
what've we got here?
a magic mirror,
where the spirit within tells you 'who's prettier'
uh uh,
that's a regular mirror
where inside could be uglier than the exterior
paper or plastic attachments,
enhancements,
that could never change anything but the surface
inside it just worsens
maybe you should fill in that blank
with a brand new purpose,
instead of a fake face pseudo person
take it to the bank and then, ask if it was worth it,
fill it in with thanks, just to see what happens,
when this planet collapses,
just don't act suprised if you get blamed for it

I unna keep it up til the earths worn down.
I'm unna fill the blank til the ink runs out.
I'm unna keep playin til the clock it runs down. down. down. down.
I'm unna keep goin til the Earth's sold out

fill in the blank with a purpose
fill in this gap, to the surface,
keep fillin it up, until it's worthless,
I'm sure we earned this burn, like a furnace
in turn, this earn of ashes, matches
the burden of way back when, revolution happened.
it started when the profit, out weighed the waste, it discarded,
and the margins, lack of losses, happened,
to accent the actions,
of all those involved,
and the market, just got the ball rolling,
enterprising society, just started growing,
all by it's self, with everybodies help, BLOWIN,
Goin Supernova-click!
like the phone hangs up, quick!
hit the road, as soon as your tire's all blown up
the squeeky wheel always gets the biggest cut.
we hope you've enjoyed this product
cuz it's gotten to the point where it's caught up with us,
and we can't just 1-2-3
not it!
this time, are we comin close to the close of human evolution,
continuation on this path of plastic parts and poison,
passion of the art of passin the buck,
has become a crutch,
when we can't admit when we're fuckin up,
but we gotta suck it up,
cuz if we don't it's the end of us,
and the blank we filled will have killed us,
simply cuz the empty space drives us nuts,
so here's a pat on the pack, and a 'good luck with that'