Breakfast for the numb
Is a cocking of the gun
A moments pause
For all the loss
Or roulette
just for the fun

And strange of this
My thought's of bliss
My life to be undone

For Grains and lead
Will fill my bed

Or

kitchen full of red

For I the fool
To use such tools
When sporks will take there stead

For captain crunch
Can munch my junk

And you can **** an egg