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