Why do you strut well past your sell by date?
Immortal souls eschew tired skin you wear
To manifest themselves in classic state
Quit prison planet more themselves appear
Your mental monuments are fragments mere
Of cityscape its rise to ruin inclined
Theres parasitic mockery I swear
If cancer cells on veins are data mined
Your pace yields piezo spark you plonk to grind
Your soul ten volts in depths of dynamo
Your gut unearthed a prickly priceless find
Your moods are variable theyre high or low
Emotional adherence means youre stuck
In mundane stuff you suffer mired in muck
Chorus stuck caught fixed
