Bleak A bit of this shoved down your throat Do you like the way it tastes? So thick and creamy and obsolete Your life Watching the colors, oh the colors swallowed by a laughing face Oh, I hope to God you die You suck Nary a road without a smiling face Go on and spit on me I like it There are those people designed for hate to them go our burdens to them I bestow to them we laugh and point and cheer as they walk face down in a crowded room toward the razor-blades Then they bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed into our open mouths greedily we lap it up Beg mistress for another cup or two �To me and you� To my horror I watch as I take one and laugh and point and cheer at her till I realize that it is me Horrified I turn and choke into a dying sun I throw up onto the ground and then the red surrounds me absorbs me inside I think that I die then But death don�t want me either So I turn and walk away, face down Desolate and Bleak
