When I look beneath me, I see you I see you in a ditch The brain inside the skull is dead A lifeless, lazy twitch This shows you what's inside of me When I look beneath you I see myself Twitching, spasmodic, on fire I want to think of you under my shoe But as I think I sink in the mire To lift myself above out of this pit Is more than I can do To be what I'm supposed to be means not to spit on you There are so many things that destroy the brain Indulge in not one but all Anything to dull the senses Anything to turn walk to crawl Because to cease to think is to cease to care And caring means thinking and more Tedious is thought, and thus Rot the thought at its core When you take a drink you insult the retarded A burden they begrudgingly bear They were born into their condition You drink to follow them there