There is no other way to say this
With the radio lalalaing my brain to waste
And my waist ever expanding my belt creaking
The bottle empty, my pressure building
The building all day we sit in
Cages made of suits and belts and radios
The smell of bored flesh like 6 years of rain
Well this is what we wanted this is freedom
6 days in hell and one on earth
Pissing on the bale fires
Rolling out the red tongues red carpets
Then riding out on the joywheels
Concrete concrete concrete concrete
The endless cycle of the joywheels
I will continue to talk
With my mouth full
Full of foodwords
Buttwords bloodwords
Thickfat words that thud
Against the roof of my mouth
Like a rabbit in a coffin
There is no other way to say this
The tea drinkers are fainting in the parlour
The drunks are passing out in the tank
The men are riding their metal beasts
The children are quickly becoming them
The men are riding their blown up wives
The supine children are all blown by them
Ozymandias stands with a sandwich
Board bored senseless in the street
Bored into the white wood it reads
He reads the end is nigh perhaps tonight
And I will continue to talk
With my hand in the fire
The skin glowing pink
Brown then charred black
As ugly as a flayed rat
There is no other way to say this
I do not believe there ever was
