I find me, in Grow city
I find life in quantity
Quality has perished
I search through social caves
Through reckless
minds
Strap me down;
I might fail just to displace you
I am a drug of my own,
No need for leedles
No need for
candles
I get high on instict
The survival structures of my soul
Survival structures of hate
A scrubbed knee, my only
witness
I carwl infinitely,
Through snoring democracy
Uprising in numbers
Countless, meaningful
The lack of soul
The
coming of metal
Clinical streets
Organ dumpterst on every corner
Now let's dump each other
In Grow city