Done for.

Lost inside the fools spaceship
Head wrapped round the orange rind
Slope eared
Drowning in phlegm

The sickness licks the eggplants
Caressing the sharp quills
Pulling them softly
Preparing for the operation

The King tortures what he loves the most
Loves it so much he tortures it with no intention but love

Man.

The Man-beast
Inventing himself upside down
The terror-show
With Claws
The Television

Longing for insanity because it makes more sense
To be sane is to be totally lost
So we sit softly after anonymous meetings and talk about wanting to drink
They just look at me

What goes on in these heads?
I can't very well go telling them who I am
Start ranting and raving about how we need to start the revolution
Giving orders
Starting the show
No

Or is it time?
The clock is ticking down

Do we all lack the same balls?
Are we all sitting around waiting for ourselves to look at ourselves and say
"Hey, isn't it about time we saved the world?"

Isn't it about time we woke up
opened our eyes
and admitted that we're all crazy?

We're all gonna die
We're all alive
This isn't really happening

But wait

This is really happening

What are we going to do about it?

Keep our heads stuck firmly in the ground
Comfortably numb
Slump faced and glazy?

Where are you Ubermensch?

I need help
I could really use some encouragement
I could really use some help

My dog is hurt
I'm tired and insane
I don't know how much time is left
My heart is bigger than the universe
It's killing me