"Dittohead"

This fucking country's lost its grip 
Sub-conscious hold begins to slip 
The scales of justice tend to tip

The legal system has no spine 
It's corroding from inside 
Slap your hand, you'll do no time

Reality on vacation 
All across a blinded nation 
Mentally under sedation

Anyone can be set free 
On a technicality 
Explain the law again to me

Here in 1994 
Things are different than before 
Violence is what we adore

Invitation to the game 
Guns and blades and media fame 
Every day more of the same

Murder, mayhem, anarchy 
Now are all done legally 
Mastermind your killing spree

Unafraid of punishment 
With a passive government 
There's nothing for you to regret

Nothing to regret

Unimposing policy 
No enforcing ministry 
Gaping with judicial flaws 
Watch a fading nation crawl

Clashing with the public's frame 
I'm the one that's placed in fame 
Legislature sets the stage 
Social slaves caught in my rage

Administrative anarchy, there's nothing 
You can do to me 
The world around you drifting to a 
Continental tomb you see 
Violence is my passion 
I will never be contained 
Living with aggression and its 
Everlasting reign