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.