Half asleep. Half undead.
Half a mind. Half a head.
Have a laugh at your expense
'Cause no one comes to your defence.
Trembling hands fail to sign
What is yours and what is mine.
I take it all because I can.
Does that make me less of a man?
I want to disassemble you and turn you into anyone.
I need your component parts to turn you into anyone.
Your average heart will disappoint.
Your ligaments and all your joints
And all your bones, your muscles too,
Will never truly belong to you.
You pass through time. The flesh evolves
And look at that! Your skin dissolves.
Your pores inflame, a million holes.
They're portals to your filthy soul.
I'm dragging along with a prayer and a song of forgiveness.
I'm patient as hell for a funeral bell to relive this malignance.
Have a smoke. Curl your hair
And I will push your wheelchair.
Does nicotine have much effect
Or is your joy just indirect?
Can you think back to when you knew
That cigarette uplifted you?
But habits form. You're just routine.
You've ceased to be a human being.