Just imagine being human. Hating your confusion. Denying 'til it's proven. Laughing at illusion. Thinking institution's the solution. While tyranny and irony float in its pollution. Imagine reducing yourself to your name. Janet, you've got no one else you can blame. You've suck all your consciousness inside of your brain. So now you just shoot stuff inside of your veins. So go ahead and find your meaning. With your methamphetamine. And once you can see that you've trapped all your grace. Maybe you'll join me and girl we can race