Trust me says the leading monster up for a prize
I can suck your light dry seven ways to sunday
I'm predisposed to absorb the mind from your eyes
and incrementally crack your will the fun way
I've ways and means at my disposal company
to disappear resistant No! with all its might
and paradigm shift the latest epiphany
you'll end shrugging and saying, f*ck it, why fight?
Could be worse, could be stuck with Knicks season tickets
sit courtside german luger bunker mental why?
I could have puff fish mumps, AIDS, or even rickets.
I could stand around and shake my fist at the sky
I dunno. And frankly, I haven't known for years,
and even franker, I'm lost and who fuckin cares?
