| Open your head, gagging, barfing alone in the house! | |
| Orange bottles spilling hate from their mouths! | |
| Work! Working my bones down to powdered dust | |
| I see gold held above me, like power, like filthy lust | |
| The garbage, the putrid need for success | |
| Trophies for my desperate life and my lonely death | |
| Leave these things be | |
| Orange bottles spilling uninformed bile from their mouths! | |
| Working my bone | |
| I see gold held above me, like power, like lust. |