Drool
As thin as the skin, as flacid as your vision
Capitolise and receipt your progress
With a swastika cock in your hand
Drowning in and drinking down
Sometimes I... drool

Sometimes I feel like a walking disaster
Sometimes I feel like a walking disease
I pray up to the labotomised happy shoppers
Eat up the world and let them see

Burnt plastic and purfume
Melted over baby teeth
Evicted by the homeless
Starving off the industry
Pulling at the heart strings
Beating at the living skins
By severing all emotion am I saved or dead

Drool

Virtual world, viral infection
You keep telling me
It's ok as you slip me another injection
Posted and stamped
Packaged in foam
Choking down the catalogue numbers
In your virtual home
It's bullshit

Sometimes I feel like this game
should be aborted
Sometimes I think this place is hell
Sometimes I think I'm a bi-product
Of the life and shit your sell

Drool

Wasted