Planck's Constant

fuck you, motherfucker

rusty nails rip at my hands

rolling down in my bed

rip apart the vision that you see

with your eyes on tv

red tear, into your face

another dream of society's fate

oh, we'll crawl up the corporate ladder

together

crushed in my only world

push it over to the moon

a tiny vision of little children

play along for fun

and prophets of gloom, rich

time waits over, a book of the dead

blood slid over, nothing to say

vision in your brain, telling again

to kill us asleep, and you'll never see anything

but vanity on top of the world

and floating down, into the mess

then you kiss your lovers fate

into life you will fade

oh, you will fade

your war, broken prophets

right across my floor

the canned vision

you can destroy

the very vision that brought you along

rocket ships shoot at the moon

they fly up in the sky

the blood of apocalyptic gloom

spreading all over

they won't make you see

your shoes are made of snake skin

your skin is like a little faint

reminder of crushing your skull

sit in a drunken state

apathy glow, you will fake it

won't you watch all them

he's all over you and you don't know why

you don't know why

wasted

relations of fourty states and nations

will crawl under your finger nail and get stuck

wail thrill kill for the sake of maturity

walk down the street at night

i feel a little scared inside

i pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off

'cause i'm bored

i wanna kill them all

'cause they make me sick

a last man's judgment trip

the population rescue