Forever Trapped In A Box
Shoot up to the smell of your disease.
Wake up - plastic faces I need to please.
You seem to have left your brain in the garbage.
Sitting there, rotting.
Gathering flies.
Leave the world alone, and it won't strike you.
Push too far, and you have to strike back.
Your TV-set has transformed into a jail cell.
Transformed you into a mime.
Clean your teeth and fix your tie.
Forever trapped in a box.
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