The smoke rises in fumes and deceit
Slowly the shadows move around the conceit
Is it really the essence of life they discuss?
Shutup, you brainiac, stop making a fuss!
Your kind isn't welcome here,
Your kind we can't bare
You are thinking too much, you bring our despair
Give me more vodka, tequila or beer
To cure my brain, to stab with a spear,
To stop it from thinking, to stop to perceive,
To be mediocre, just survive and live-
Sleep and eat and fuck like everyone else
And to think that those brainiacs are a real mess.