Too many humans, too many humans
Too many humans, and we breed like rats
What's the point?
Do you know?
I think you've found yourself a new direction
But it amounts to nothing
I think I've found myself a new cross-section
United in States of Narcolepsy
See the sacrificial lamby win a Grammy for the song he has written
Brought to him by Coke & Pepsi
Life, lies cauterized in things that do not work inside
United in States of Narcolepsy