The pain of being right
Held down by airtight boots
Gravity condescending
Desecration of silence!
Of art!
Of time!
Of cash!
Of sex!
In death we trust
In life we end
Fucked clean
End funny!

Tell a joke where no one falls down
And roar the punchline
Until your lungs pierce themselves

Tired of your shit!
Tired of your melodramatic sex death!
Clean until the end!
Covered in piss!
Dead before dawn!

Work conquers all
Work conquers all
Work conquers all