The world is a septic tank, br We drown in its waste, br No way out stuck in the middle, br Wishing to go back, br Without a means to get there, br Change is a gohst haunting, br Our transpairent reality, br Hanging from this rope, br Kicking and chokeing trying, br To break free, only scareing, br Our helpless souls deeper, br The cold unknowing darkness, br Is unfamillar to our light, br A thousand failures, br A million lives, br Only one death.