nothing nice in there i drive fast and you just stare nothing kind inside you snarl and spit and you writhe the lab explodes showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose lunch in the park ruined for you by nagging thoughts a bug crawled deep it chirps and clicks and limits sleep a plume of smoke rains the town with pipe and specks of stone a sense you re called healthy thoughts sputter and stall day out in then out again it pricks the skin the lab explodes showers the crowd with tin and rubber hose your eyes chipped plates white and wide and webbed with veins your smile broad tongue exposed when you re turned on to see you thrilled and that swell of joy lasts until you catch a glance of this sad fucked world at it s best a plume of smoke rains the town with pipe and specks of stone