capital fucking STEEZ

watch the twisty turny ripples on the telly

brains melt to nothing

leaves every orifice natural to the body

we're dying but we keep going

minds and teeth and hearts rotting

hell of a lot of baggage we're towing

where did it all go wrong?

when did we lose our taste, our respect,

our feeling?

we're numbed to the sensation

of our dignities ripped from our weak hands

impressionable and indoctrinated

if i die before twenty five,

i hope hell is where i land