Never to be as one had hoped, man killed all it groped Got no one to care about, is that so hard to grasp? What made you, makes me, so very dense Precision is ****** on by your own kind Sometimes awkward, subdermal mind Built with one universal command Synapses wired, linked, cold-fired Intent on destroying this So gone on the upbeat ****** in the backseat Dipsomaniacal Makes life so Always so ******* Whisky Drunk Am I