The law of increasing misery and diminishing returns
When one looks at it's reflection it's always greeted with an extended middle finger and we all sing "how cute the primate knows a few tricks.", the choir sits back down and sets the balcony on fire. The voices scream, they gargle, they bubble up their weary thoughts, they beg for each other to do it again.
Gimme gimme gimme cuz it's mine, mine, mine all mine, mine, mine. Give me that because I want it now and because it's mine and because I saw it first mother fucker.
It's not mine to take, it's not mine to give, not mine to keep, not mine to have. Take it and fly away, fly away to the hive, fly into the swarm and assimilate.
One can't see the distinction and one doesn't want to sample a taste of it. Take it, take it all and waste away, the mouths are full of dust and the bellies are rusted. The joints creak and the bodies ache from spent fuel...spent fuel...spent you.
Fuck it all, wrap the arms around the hips and your a god forsaken christmas present, unwrap it and there's nothing but the wrapper and a stupid bow. Sat on santa's lap, whispered in his ear, did mom and dad get the memo? Did I?
Set up like a dining table and one is beaming with pride, my table is bare and far too dim, my meal is served on empty plates.
Gimme gimme gimme cuz it's mine, mine, mine all mine, mine, mine. Give me that because I want it now and because it's mine and because I saw it first mother fucker.
It's not mine to take, it's not mine to give, not mine to keep, not mine to have. Take it and fly away, fly away to the hive, fly into the swarm and assimilate.
One can't see the distinction and one doesn't want to sample a taste of it. Take it, take it all and waste away, the mouths are full of dust and the bellies are rusted. The joints creak and the bodies ache from spent fuel...spent fuel...spent you.
Fuck it all, wrap the arms around the hips and your a god forsaken christmas present, unwrap it and there's nothing but the wrapper and a stupid bow. Sat on santa's lap, whispered in his ear, did mom and dad get the memo? Did I?
Set up like a dining table and one is beaming with pride, my table is bare and far too dim, my meal is served on empty plates.