Mindless Burblings

It's too late to leave

We're all here now

Why don't we make the best of it?

We could stay and chill, maybe take some pills.

Mutilation? I don't like the scent of it.

You saw me fall, you aren't so tall

and now we've facts to face again.

"Crush your head 'til you feel dead"

That's the motto of this nation.

Love of hate, let's make a date

for the ultimate destruction

It's over now,

well anyhow,

it's not gonna go much further

There is a word for what we sell,

I think you say it "murder"

Why do we live when we should die?

It's not the natural order

You say you hate us all - You lie!

Remember Eve? You adored her!

You laugh and smile and paint and tile,

It's an expected rejected cover

I know you've been betrayed before,

The wounds must still be bleeding

Your body's cold,

it's much too old

to deal with this feeling

Flowers and hearts and poison darts

aren't enough for space exploration

Churches and pubs and new born bubs

will be the downfall of civilisation

Italics and sporadic reasoning skills

are pointless until resurrection

Bimbos and life skills and alcohol and many pills

will be the cure for this temptation

Theology and belief are no relief for this terrible

self-deprecation