הקלטה חדשה - ינואר 2011

Sprouting in my potato couch
I think about the future
While watching TV stars get older
And where exactly are you going?
Packing up your luck
There will always be traffic
On every single road

You force your will onto me
And then you wave to me with gratitude
You try to get us both killed
Just to avoid the perils of thought

It's easier said
When your stomach
Is already full

They say it to wear you down
But the world changes all the time
A meritocracy of mediocrity
Is their choice of god
And what exactly are you looking at?
Falling out of your eyes
There will always be someone
To tree you around

It's easier to swallow yourself
Than to connect the dots

It's so easy
To be driven by chemical
Only I rely on fear
To keep my systems operational
You tried to get both of us killed
Sticking me with all of the thoughts