I wanna chose to die,
and be buried with a rubix cube
and sleep inside the big blue buildings,
while the sweet disease drives through
there's a bakery in the night sky
i wanna die because the government lied
she was a man with herpes,
floating in a yellow stream
running through the windows backwards
kissing all the buildings clean
you know his appetite for hardcore taste
and orgyastic party games
she woke up in the highway,
with arrows pointing at her face
later that day in gym class,
she ate a mouth full of anthrax,
go to sleep