There’s a break in the pattern.
But, I need another glass
of this thing that matters.
I hope that it will last.
Overfed and swelling
for the slaughter
Why are you so sloppy?
You hope that it will last.
Nothing is the same
still I don’t see any change.
‘cause I’m medicated
Maybe because I’m numb
It’s hard to say.
Still I don’t see any change
Sick on sexy
Weak from the fight
Death of art
Sore with upset
Bitter at power
Dull and wry
Sick on sexy
Weak from the fight
Where is there to go
once you’ve arrived?
Phony smiles, glossy covers
so sweet and contrived.
How many licks does it take
once you’ve bitten right through?
It’s hard to wait.
Enlist your candy-coated crew.