I see through you,
The things you do,
Lies, half-truths,
Yet you still assume
That what you have
Is what you own.
You don't know,
They own you too.
They own your world.
They own your thoughts.
They own your life.
Welcome to the city,
Where the music's never pretty,
And the people are all lonely,
And the roads are all stony,
And we'll take you to an alley,
And we'll stake you to a pony,
And we'll mash you into jelly,
When we break up all your bonies.
I'm so incomplete,
I need your world.
Swallow me.