I'm almost a person I'm almost picking up a weapon I'm almost sure about the long term Just been a whole lotta short term I'm almost always armed with a scorecard IOUs, you owe me, and that primal, blood-lusty sense of entitlement, that carelessly smears black ink, all over the line that separates the animals from the rest of us. and sure, I'm wasting away, I should be on a greyhound. I may be a wrench in your gears but it's just because I'm fearful, fearful. It's all mostly made up, almost like living in the free world. I'm next to fine about the cannibal, eat cannibal order of the carnivore, I'm very rarely awake in the daytime. How do I do? You know me. It's hard to bitch when you've got this, sense of entitlement, that carelessly smears black ink, all over the line that separates the animals from the rest of us. and sure, I'm wasting away, I should be on a greyhound. I may be a wrench in your gears but it's just because I'm fearful, fearful.
