The times have changed the veil is slow, now we are tugged backwards by sinister ropes-Your boss don't profit from your efforts it's from stealing your time-The air don't smell so well as it once, while still not nice once it did. The sidewalk freckled with bloody spit. The constant rumble of passing cars subwoofer bass vibrates your bone marrow into shit. Mix up some cleaning supplies sun dry, then smoke that shit. Forty percent of my income goes to buying cigarettes. Use my tattoo as an ashtray yep they haven't beat me yet. Cooking roadkill meats with a magnifying glass, yeah the times they ain't so bad. Grind my mind against my spine dance with moves so loose I lose a tooth.