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, [bad word] 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.