Toxicity

This is on my 'Top 25 Most Played' list in itunes. System of a Down is a great band that is able to musically and lyrically explore interesting topics.
To me, the first line of the song describes the isolation created by spending too much time in a virtual world. And some crafty software company along with church officials decides that a clever marketing strategy would be to try and reach these masses using a religious based application that, of course, is regularly updated and features pop-ups and side bar ads alerting the user of seat sales to see the holy land or links to buy new luggage. Each major religion could have its own conversion software to increase/maintain membership.

I also recently set up a computer that included the new Windows Vista operating system. It is very slick and cool (although no where near OSX which is already a few years old), but what sickened me was this huge space at the top of the Internet Explorer window that was solely dedicated to advertising. Again a way to reach the wired masses. I personally get mightily insulted when I see these ads, because you figure you know on your own if you want to buy viagra or an obscene T-shirt.

Second line is humorously existential; unless you're an alignment guy like my friend Ian who literally is "looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub" for 8 hours a day.
(listen to the song)

Toxicity

Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.