think of life as a battle between ghosts and liars
or think of it as a barrier to self-fulfilment
is everybody made of skin here?
yes, we're all made of skin
and bone and ligament
let's hear it for the bi-peds
those horrible monsters
let the hotel line manages decide their fate
let's hear it for the bi-peds
those horrible monsters
those grinning mogodons with their painted on slogans
salt and its stains
salt and its stains
think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot
that should help