They knew all about design
A life not only once
Like the ba*tards knew all along
Crackups will shape into
Just another reason to see through
Your second (face)
The demise of every goddamn process
To tie down two bloodied hands
And a pathetic sacrifice
Limitations for conversations about d**h
Those things has to do with life
And the sacrifice of opportunities
A corpse is just a corpse
A material that ba*tards claim to be their own
They knew it all along
With no potential
Choking on our architectures