Anyone there
Things are getting messed up
I saw a girl run, escaping
Only to get purposely hit by a truck
Millions stuck in their feces
Feet so deep down
They grow untamable roots
To feed off the **** in the ground
And then there's me
Stupid pretty innocent fragile me
Eighteen years of fragility
A golden boy of the first world
Born to rule and make it his own
Through three more world wars
Spirit caked with a crud of
Guilt and fear
Mind turned and lavished
By the spear of fear
Which is looking dumb
Which is feeling unattractive
Which is being ugly and sick
Scared no one will ever approach
And touch you without gloves
And a stick.
But we'll run this place,
Sure we will beat the new slaves
Into obediance
Sure we will die rich
Sure our wives will give us kids
Sure our masks will hide our fits
Of terror
Oh the horror
The horror