This is what happens when I try to write stream-of-consciousness song lyrics at 1 AM to nonexistent music.
I've got no nose on my face
All that I've got is empty space
My lips, my eyes, seem out of place
I'm one alone in the human race
People wake up every day
They stretch, they yawn, they smell the hay,
The dew drops splayed across the grassy plain
They never stop to think how life
Would be if mom had dropped the knife
Into the crib where baby-they was layin'
They'd suck ass if they were asked to live my pain.
(something musically interesting happens here)
People tell me every day
I must be strong to live this way
To raise my chin and tilt my head with pride
I'd like to tell them go to hell
And fornicate yourselves as well
I walk like this to keep a balanced stride
A bit of mass is all I ask to live my life.
God do I just really fucking hate humanity
Senseless, scentless reproducers gardening their genes
Darwin says a man like me is doomed to die unloved, alone
Well fuck you, Charles, you're rotten now, bacterial biscuits, maggot scones,
But they'll live on and on your skull in fungal condos priced to sell
Inside the hole where once your precious nose was held and yet beheld
Fitting, now, how if you could smell it'd probably smell like hell
People grow up every day
Becoming what their dreams would say's
The only way for them to find their joy
Society has no place for me
Without an act of charity
By company policy always I'm employed
I'm paid to sweep but just to keep the quota buoyed.
I've got no nose on my face
I cannot walk at an even pace
Though people claim that it's no disgrace
I know my place in the human race
I am a stain on the human race