oh you are sick
you are ill
fated and thrilled
follow the robot
to some enlightenment
just to find
there is no excitment
haha you ants
you orderly slaves
and you think your free
in to many ways
your taboo's
your education
it's all just trash
they feed you like wolves
stripped of its pack
cigararettes cigarettes
give me some more
my lungs are feral
open like a whore
like sores on your face
sores in your shoes
sores on your ass
don't give me them blues
drink till your marry
or drink till your dead
finish it quick
crack the bottle on your head
let it bleed let it bleed
untill your carpet is red
then ask your self this question
is it to late to go to bed?