Coward kingly with his ketchup
It doesn’t matter it’s only fake blood
Destroy our thinking, it’s just painful

Stop people walking
You won’t take our words from us
Quell my flavour, my foods too good

Extinguish our fragrance, your smell’s rotten
Our lightness illegal
It’s heavier than all of you put together…

All of you are meaningless
There’s no time and you’re an embarrassment

So what will you do,
Look in the mirror?
Touch?

Or are you weightless, faceless, nothing but duds
Weightless, faceless, nothing but duds…