the coffee s too weak and the city s too strong and the people don t dance like they do in the songs but then again who needs songs when you re dancing for businessmen who don t listen to the songs and they sure can t dance never learned to dance cause i exercise the right to write in the time to kill if you re looking for a husband i m heart heart heart like an egg on a sidewalk beginning to fry begging not to die but who cares if the eggs can t hatch we ll be quietly doomed like an unborn fetus in the microwave wish we were real wish we weren t real cause you can t have cattle drowning in milk cause the skin isn t skin and the skin isn t silk so we transform dreams people like strip clubs and my pen likes the pigs cause they re easy to write about skin s barely skin and the castle s barely built a whole world made of guilt one more neck for my quill one more face for my quilt one less apple in queens and if you think you can run don t even show me how don t even make me laugh i wanna make you cry but you don t know how to stop running in place i m only trying to breathe people shouldn t even breed people don t like me like me shouldn t breed like me shouldn t read like me shouldn t breathe i can t stop shaking like the meat that eats me like the meat that eats us like the meat that eats meat i never ever lie and i m always right i ve never seen a christian but i m sure they exist when they find me they ll probably kill me with hearts and rainbows and afterschool specials chorus it s a sick sick life and a sick sick book and a sick sick tongue to eat the world when they finally find you in a tunnel with no light you must be alive run rabbit when they catch you they ll kill you whether frightened or hungry the animal is delicate and doesn t digest or so he says he tastes like water and will give you cancer so don t eat me before i die with one big gulp hold the world so tight cause us leeches need love it s a sick sick me and a pretty pretty you and a pretty pretty view it s pretty easy to suffer why wallow in fear when there s nothing to think about we already know that there s nowhere to go and when the mind can t rest it s a sick sick us welcome to the coma god s in a coma when he wakes up you re gone gone like the free world gone like the indians gone like the 8 bit alien gameshow and he don t care it s either pray or be prey kill or be killed gods gotta be gods i just gotta be here til the game s reset or i finally escape someone else s nightmare planets like dreams i dream like a planet and i sleep like a tv with the tv on and immigrants selling sex buy a beautiful girl buy a dumb american when they finally find you in a tunnel with no light you must be alive run rabbit when they catch you they ll kill you 