Pretty faces, pretty hip. 
Bodies hang to drain and drip. 
So submit and let抯 pretend, 
You抮e not a hollow charlatan. 
Velcro whores they fill the streets, 
Infecting everyone they meet. 
The hourglass is karma抯 curse. 
Each grain of sand is a universe. 
Laser beams and cattle prods. 
Sacrifices for the gods. 
Divinities, orgasmic hymns, 
Will **** you with prosthetic limbs. 
As ulcerations form, 
They soon know they will lose fingers and toes. 
Swollen ends and bloody gauze, 
Curse us all. 
I抳e watched you suffer, 
For so long it seems. 
And somehow 
I look the other way. 
I抳e watched you fall apart 
Like my leper friend. 
And somehow 
I look the other way. 
An outcast deprived of festal joy. 
Prostration 
It seems is here to stay. 
My limbless friend will die alone. 
A torso of flesh upon the throne. 
My limbless friend will die alone. 
A torso of flesh? 
The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy. 
My limbless friend will die alone. 
A torso of flesh upon the throne. 
My limbless friend will die alone. 
A torso of flesh? 
I抳e watched you fall apart 
Like my leper friend. 
And somehow 
I look the other way. 
I抳e watched you suffer, 
For so long it seems. 
And somehow 
I look the other way. 
Leper, leper friend.