Bottle City

Standing or sitting I don’t know which way is up or down
Looking at melted flesh, try not to expose yourself
I’m nothing but another mindless drone
All the same; intoxicated
We have become everything that we hated
And if you’ve been handed a second chance
To drift away from yourself, don’t take it
And if you can’t afford to drink yourself to sleep at night
You might want to try to find another way to ease your mind; It will take over
Wires crossed as well as fingers
Stale works with hunger lingering
Programs with code mouth with crystal conduct
The mechanic’s blow my fuses
Shut down, shut down, emergency escape
Fly down with a fall
I’m drifting away; I’m closer to crashing through the gates
Programed to take the to tumble
And fix problems as if I know, as if I knew as I will do
I can’t stay to watch this happen
Piercing the face of the worms
Disturbing the dirt holding them in
Use the best bait to catch the oldest fish
That’s how I see it
This is the way I was programmed to be
This is the way I was programmed to be
Solitude soaked yet ready to clean the ground
To destroy the maker that made me