Motorpsycho. Other. Manmower. Zeneszám

It wouldn't work,it's getting stronger
can't be controlled any longer
theres only guilt,there is no feeling of beauty left
what was so free is getting locked up
emotion-motion is dead stopped
there's just remorse,there is no hunger,no craving left
but I see what you mean-I wish I was 16

I'm not there ,only choking
it shuts down when I'm toking
on the air,the musky odors of yesterday
only numb,growing colder
don't need heat to make this solder
feels like I'm rusting from this apathic decay
but I know how it feels to be underneath those heels..

now I've got nothing more to say
and I got burned on the way
you drugged me ,fed me ,
took me with you to whereever you'd go;
you swallowed me whole.