This is my picture of mankind
all this **** inside my fan mind
man, this crap is all I can find
blowing in my eyes, like mice who ran blind

(pictures flash like a snapshot
pouring out fluid to make the tap hot
words that fit into the gap slot
this geography isn't what a map taught)

looks like I can't see a **** sign
these thoughts tie me like a hand bind
rope marks glowing like a tan line
thinking is like stepping on a land mine