Check the phone book for a safety pin
A routine violent ultra-light death
Sentence for a Nobel prize
Your mind is nothing sacred
And living isn't breathing
We are so scared of common knowledge
Hive-mind groups and trusting that
Of brain will be the death of me
And there will be no ceremony
Google wrote the Bible
Times New Roman font dicates
Your body is a vessel
A getaway, a rendezvous
And Earth is always breathing
And it doesn't give a f*ck about the complex nuiance of your day to day
I want to die