Open your head, gagging, barfing alone in the house! Orange bottles spilling hate from their mouths! Work! Working my bones down to powdered dust I see gold held above me, like power, like filthy lust The garbage, the putrid need for success Trophies for my desperate life and my lonely death Leave these things be Orange bottles spilling uninformed bile from their mouths! Working my bone I see gold held above me, like power, like lust
