World of dudes and honeys, help yourselves to whatever’s left of me now
Every step is heavy, and every keystroke is fluff
Now, an ache of disillusioned anguish within continues to grow
I believed Authority’s hugs were gentle and safe
World of dudes and honeys, if you only knew your impact on one innocent soul
Go away. Why are you even pretending to read this?
Go enjoy the system in the void; return to places like church, school, and the mall
Go enjoy all the commodities money can purchase
Somewhere, off in some distance verging on the fringe of the wedge’s thin edge
That’s where you’d find me, if you paused and cared long enough to look
Once or twice, a few strangers listen to my silence across a burnt bridge
Nobody notices my gnashed, abused tooth-enamel crack
Go enjoy witnessing the same routines and patterns forever
Go enjoy whatever daily life has become, all that we know
Life is one voluntary-motor-function after another
World of dudes and honeys, help yourselves to whatever’s left of me now
