Drool As thin as the skin, as flacid as your vision Capitolise and receipt your progress With a swastika cock in your hand Drowning in and drinking down Sometimes I... drool Sometimes I feel like a walking disaster Sometimes I feel like a walking disease I pray up to the labotomised happy shoppers Eat up the world and let them see Burnt plastic and purfume Melted over baby teeth Evicted by the homeless Starving off the industry Pulling at the heart strings Beating at the living skins By severing all emotion am I saved or dead Drool Virtual world, viral infection You keep telling me It's ok as you slip me another injection Posted and stamped Packaged in foam Choking down the catalogue numbers In your virtual home It's bullshit Sometimes I feel like this game should be aborted Sometimes I think this place is hell Sometimes I think I'm a bi-product Of the life and shit your sell Drool Wasted