Upright at a pinch ‘cause of noose-sustain (death-trap) My smiling ain’t pleasure only swallowing pain
A coin-operated copyrighter’s down on me
Just a record-gnome pointing to the short cut to my long home (death can)
It’s the sneaking up my back like an earwig of fear To force an entry into my ear Climbing down my spinal column for a heart attack
(Death-trap)
(Death-art)
Tap-dancing for my life on an oil-stained cant In a gun cancan with odds like a rock on an ant Well, I’m the guy his resistance betrayed My forebodings are always delayed
Suffer from Your carcinogenic mass-frustration Your carcinogenic mass-production
Upright at a pinch ‘cause of noose-sustain I’m smiling not with pleasure but from swallowing pain