Open your head, gagging, barfing alone in the house! | |
Orange bottles spilling hate from their mouths! | |
Work! Working my bones down to powdered dust | |
I see gold held above me, like power, like filthy lust | |
The garbage, the putrid need for success | |
Trophies for my desperate life and my lonely death | |
Leave these things be | |
Orange bottles spilling uninformed bile from their mouths! | |
Working my bone | |
I see gold held above me, like power, like lust. |