Cram a cork in it now

Or sew this death trap shut

Before I choke on my two feet

I'm too full to eat them

It dilutes my critical judgment

False accusations grow falser when fed

Impairing my ability to operate machinery

Clarity lies in the power of silence

Explaining excuses will not suffice

It's not the sound of one hand clapping

It's sticking a fork in it when it's done

When it's worthless I don't want to be there

Move swiftly or slowly burn

The road signs ahead scream "Dead End"

But it's hard to drive with your foot in your mouth

And you don't seem to notice

I hear your voice, it doesn't make any sense

Uneasy, we are;

Chemicals cause mood shifts

Unattractive, we are;

When we're full of shit

Cram a cork in it now

Or sew this death trap shut

Before I choke on my two feet

Move swiftly or slowly burn