You Wake Up Deadmen

You wake up deadmen

With your loose sex

You shout at them, C'mon

And as they fumble in half-delirium

You smash them back down dead

With a thud

Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle

Always keeping them as a collector

In a nearby trash barrel

Unless they completely break

And are fortunate enough to be swept away

And you, all knowing handler

You heartlessly say

You don't know me, you don't know

And we turn further to the grave

More lost than ever before

Unless some unknown force

And even then that island is an enigma

And they long for the trash barrel

And your scathing rebuke

Ah you knew them well

Before you consulted the night

And their dreary ways

Your instinct is the truest thing

Your hate is the staunchest foe

Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired

Take it from a friend