Eloise sits, this privelaged corpse, A mundance pace offers no sturggle Denny holds tight, Chrome death kiss on a platter, He enters a raid to a hive
[What do you want to be?] Who do you want to be? Or would you rather die here tonight? This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel. Draw business with syringes A stethascopes can hear the faint ticks, of the 9 to 5
Have you ever seen a life much sadder? Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.