I had a little monkey i sent him to the country and i fed him on
Ginger bread
Along came a choo choo knoked my monkey coo coo and now my monkey's
Dead
At least he looks that way but then again don't we all?
What i make is what i am
I can't be forever
"make you break you make you break you lookout"
We are our own wicked gods with little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance