Look at that little insect
That little insect
Will never understand
Anything at all
My parents made me out of alcohol and boredom
I provided purpose
A distraction for them
Just for a little while
Until I was old enough to ask them "Why?"
They taught me the ways of the two legged carnivores
Breathe the air for free, the rest you have to pay for
And there are these things we drop from aeroplanes
Onto other human beings
Turn them into pieces of people
We are born naked
Naked as the sun
As the years go by we learn how to put these clothes on
So you start asking questions about the things around you
The stars in the sky
What is it that they do?
And people just look at you
And say things like "Aren't they beautiful?"
Why are they beautiful?
Like a form of torture
What are they doing there?
We were born to wonder why
Why to everything
As the days go by we learn how to stop asking
And there are many billions of people just like you
They all dream at night
And they will all die too
But you will never meet most of them You'll hardly meet any of them
They're all there apparently
But dont you worry, think about it later
Now all you need are those pieces of paper
And if you get enough of them
You can exchange them for a tiny piece of the earths surface
You tell yourself you own it
Keep telling yourself you own it
'Till you die on it
We were born to throw up
Throw up on the ground
And as the years go by we learn how to keep it all down
And the sun in the sky
Stares down at us
Keeps us alive staring down at us
It says look at that little human
That little human will never understand
Anything at all
(Why?)
(Why am I here?)
(What am I)
(What am I doing here?)