So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
Good luck trying to sleep/ pineal gland bleats/ constructs of fucked fucks/ give them hot dog buns and they'll eat
Subconscious hatred saturated
As I'm walking through this neon hell on earth/ my essence is plagued by fluorescence
All this sleep that I don't want is needed
Catastrophe manifests as gurgling/ a dead man tells no tales yet I'm still alive
No higher power/ just the physical embodiment of atrocity
I somnambulate through a storm of incoherence/ sour milk flows from an infected breast
Sopping wet with life/ saturation becomes detriment
Enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags/ enema hand bags
Pay me all of your money/ constructed structurally sound
Built up to the stench of high heaven just to burn it to the fucking ground
End of days! End of days! What a time build! End of days! End of days! What a time build!
So much shit/ it docks at all ports/ praise be to those who dive head first/ up one's ass shall be one's home
I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's mine/ I can't stop fidgeting now/ it's my time
Sitting perfectly still/ a violent ball of static
If I'm designed to fail then I am riddled with manufacturer's defects