I wanna chose to die
And be buried with a Rubik's Cube
And sleep inside the big blue buildings

While the sweet disease drives through
There's a bakery in the night sky
I wanna die because the government lied

She was a man with herpes
Floating in a yellow stream
Running through the windows backwards

Kissing all the buildings clean
You know his appetite for hardcore taste
And orgiastic party games


She woke up in the highway
With arrows pointing at her face

Later that day in gym class
She ate a mouth full of anthrax
Go to sleep...