How do they do it?
Do what?
People... how do they function here,
like this, in the world,
with all this BILE running through them? Every day it's like wooooo... you have NO CONTROL.
They're not even ANIMALS.
They're just these meatbag slaves
to hormones and pheromones
and their FEELINGS---HATE 'em.
I mean, really,
is THIS what the poets go on about? THIS?
Call me crazy, but as hardcore drugs go,
human emotion is just USELESS.
People are PUPPETS.
Everyone getting jerked around
by what they're feeling.
Am I wrong?
Really, I wanna know.
Gonna bleed you, either way.
Depends on the person.
So you're saying some people like this.
Some.
Funny.
Cuz I look around at this world
you're so EAGER to be a part of..?
And All I see is six billion LUNATICS
lookin' for the fastests ride OUT. Who's NOT crazy? Look around.
Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other,
or just plain screwing their brains out,
'cuz they don' WANT 'em anymore...
And I'm crazy?
Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet
in the kindgom of the blind.
'cuz at least I admit the world makes me nuts.
Name one person who can take it here,
that's all I'm asking. Name one.