Shine. Flash. Beep. Tut. We are entering the 21st Century, horay. Prosperity forever and ever and ever.
Gather your sticks and stones. It is still life in these old bones. There is gas on the rusty car. I have brought my candy jar. The sweets are red and
Oxygen. Funny really. [Oxygen:] Good. [Carbondioxide:] Bad. You need 2% bad to survive. To little: you grow dizzy. To much: You grow tired.
No-one tells me when to laugh or frown. Still I can not free myself from the thought: I am not that unique at all. I watch me on TV. On-Off. Left, right
I am growing numb, dumb. It does not feel real. I can not hear clear, but I see: I am becoming just like M and P, but on the bottom of the sea. Take
As I enter the basement I live in, I notice that something is wrong. The smell from the refrigerator has grown tremendously strong. The Ooze has merged
Sugar, coffe, cigarettes and fear. Just another song about me. Tired and sad. Yet kind of happy. Sugar, coffe, cigarettes and fear. Tired and sad from
There is a man on the sidewalk. He carries a sign. But I do not care. I do not have any life. I will shut up and go to hell. This is the end of the world