The pain of being right Held down by airtight boots Gravity condescending Desecration of silence! Of art! Of time! Of cash! Of sex! In death we trust In life we end Fucked clean End funny! Tell a joke where no one falls down And roar the punchline Until your lungs pierce themselves Tired of your shit! Tired of your melodramatic sex death! Clean until the end! Covered in piss! Dead before dawn! Work conquers all Work conquers all Work conquers all