What? Dude. Really? Dude.

Beating someone to death sucks.

It's hard and it's hot and it's wet and it's long,

and it hurts and it weighs and it sleeps and it comes,

it wakes and it cries and lounges and smirks,

as over your shoulder the ether is stirred,

and a light dances in time to the hands on the wall,

it matters not what you do,

just where you must go.

Get it together, i'm talking to you

it matters not what i say

only what you must do.