I used to go to class And now I'm sifting through Smashed glass with my hands
I told my dear boys I would stop buying more toys And try to get in with the band But now I'm trying to prove my worth By Smashing Mother Earth And proving ****** work will still stand
I want to tipple topple over And burn it to a smolder As I watch this shitropolis expand. We put them in the cubicles To try and make them feel more full But all that ever fills up is the air And the land.
I hope when all the years go by I'll look back and wonder why I Chose not to care About my time and the thoughts That occupy my mind
During all of those days I chose To be blind Left behind To remind me that
Days are numbered And when we slumber They slip slyly by Waiting for a meaning To which I sigh. What is the meaning To the bleeding Of our short lived reality?
To except and expect there nothing more to be? It's all we know And all we ever will And a thought like that can make you Ill So you spill Evil Into the world
I want to tipple topple over And burn it to a smolder As I watch this shitropolis expand I want to roll it all over With a steady stream of boulders A victory for the land.
Construction work was depressing. I see this as dark humor now.