Dry those tears,

Rollin' industrial born, demons,

Poundin' that A-minor into submission,

Subdued, abused,

Curse the land that gives,

As easily as it takes,

Curse the organic, primitive desires,

The rot of of hunger and pain, festers...

Curse the temptations of death,

Curse the temptations of life,

Brittle bones,

The molded clay,

Brittle vision, perception,

Brittle existence, bare-skinned...

And all I can do is laugh,