Kicking flesh, grasping breath, on the edge of your birth And killer insects and parasites wake up go to work Get disease just to kill them while they're sipping your blood And then you've wasted it all to die anyway, But at least you've won
Get a job, fuck your head, make it dead, make it work Smoke with rats under caps, hearts don't work, hearts don't work They were dead before they hit maternity ward Can't be saved and can't be tamed Kill 'em all
Live in planning, live in memory, live in anywhere but now Stick your smile on with velcro, and never use your real mouth It's the rage of our age to only speak with the clothes you wore out
My mother said I had a fine head but I think she was just lying.