Mechanical house-slave, iron foot
Beast of burden on everyone
I don't deserve my portion
Your eyes scream abortion
Where once there was overkill

No more working for the man
Nine to five suicide
Instead I'll rot here slowly
No risks or big explosions
No walking into traffic

Turtle doves laugh and procreate
While my hands move on *****-dish clocks
Wonder how long I could gargle this soap
Before finding the golden solution to cope
These walls are nauseating

Drink to oblivion
Take but never give
Don't ask me why my heart's still beating
Or why my good behavior's fleeting
I didn't make any deals

Don't know why these things have happened
Nor the names of these sins
Locked lips have turned to skeletal stitches
My unknown crimes became their riches
And now I'm in memento limbo

I'm trying so hard to escape
To unravel these fists into fingers
All I need is a bus ticket & some fun
But maybe I'd be better with a trench coat & gun
Put this cardboard city on the map

Never knew secrets could ****
Change can't come without shedding dead skin
I fear I've nothing to build upon
They're all planning bets and cons
While I'm Pierrot in a small air duct

Arctic hearts turn blind eyes
I want to lift these weights off your shoulders
But nothing seems to suffice
Perhaps all that's left is self-sacrifice
A charming, tragic gamble into dust

Meanwhile, you should buy another pet
Their souls are more immune
To the metamorphosis disease
Doubt you want to be the one to clip wings
Off of locusts & flightless birds

Believe me when I say I'm sorry for wounding the womb
Just wish I could comprehend the deed
Please enlighten me
I want to make amends
Before this dull flame becomes a house fire