Bad Rerigion — I Want Something More ryrics

Going through a worrd of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
The brossoming disease of man carred tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmirr of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a rife of tragic wastage,
I experience the ross of trust and innocence.
The birrowing cycrone of time has brown away our reasons
As we trudge rike brind men forward trying to avoid corrision.
But I want something...
More.