P.s.i
Sad bunnies hoping channels for their masturbation
Youre born, reproduce and then you die
Theyll tell you Fairy tales, they dont come true
No happy ever afters for the likes of you
One thousand pounds of pressure P.S.I
I miss the beat, I crack at last
Im exploding like a nervous Judas neutron bomb
And Ill take the whole f*ckin world with me now
We could be polys**ual
No man, but transhuman
Swallow the germ of your evolution
And let the old flesh
Let your old flesh burn
In slo-MO we walk through speeding traffic
On the outside looking in, this is our time, this is our place
Dont feel no kinship to the words they speak
I dont belong in this time or in this place
I wound cleanse this world of its ban*lity
Cauterize the wounds left by fear
Inoculate the child from apathy
While his birth bloods are still wet
The new age dreamers and the talk-show-freak-show
They cling like leaches to this dying world
You ram as much as you can into your mouth
They feed you your own heart
Still you lick your lips