I was born in the factory. Far away from the milk and tea. What's the use?. Oh, what's the use?. . You chitters are split in half. A mechanical sacrificial calf for you.
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know. If the damned gave us a road map then we'd know just were to go. Now let it drop. . let it all drop. Let it all drop.
If you break these moth wing feelings. Powdering dust on your fingers. Well now were not prayin' we're kneelin'. . Hard enough just to say you believe them.
You were laying on the carpet. Like you're satin in a coffin.. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?". Yeah right now, but not that often.. . Are you dead or are you sleepin'?.