physiologic bombardment

[deca]

I another day with electronic forced madness
yes I am still breathing and living and grassing
These psychological bastards will have you believing
everybody at your funeral will singing and laughing
you just keeping everyone waiting,you selfish old fool
they talk real slow and all you hear is sad songs and the blues
nobody whats to believe or talk about this mind fuck
there's one way out, the exit were your lights go out
everything is planed , best suit and penny's for you eyeballs
hey I am kidding , I am not given up or suicidal
I must be really fucked , I think this fun and exciting
I can`t believe all the dumb things I do in a 24hr cycle
just when you work it out, it goes on fast spin fizz's you out
I an`t given up for this physiologic bombardment
even thou they departmentalized my mental ability
walking around turning it a bad game detached from reality
this hissing sound is making my uneasy get me down
I can still express my feelings, I never be a pasty clown


Deca