A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and ingest
Who

At war with no enemy
But the dearth of our will
Far too la

Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs, Art, p

Instrumental

Instrumental

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun

I've got the demons in me
I've got to brush them all away

Instrumental

I wanna be loved
Everybody does
I find shame in the crack-