#4 / CONDITION I.

a constructive debate still not possible,
ignorant out of the cradle, IRRELEVANT, who poisoned my milk?
the system of YEAHs!
feeble-minded phobic bollocks.
lucy’s an anesthetic to bob’s brain,
phoebi has a lazy eye, but she can see through you,
you raging beast,
candy cane, the first row’s full of crap!
time to get kindly dismissed.
don’t fight my speed, sticky! Or else…
smash it! crash it!
hear them sing with lumps in their throat:
we own you! we own you! we own you!
we own you! we own you! we own you!
we own you! we own you! we own you!

you will be informed of nothing!
in a tight grip of a massive boredom
kevin wants to be punished, lisa has nowhere to go.
learn to see! you stand in a draught!
OOPS! a blind date gone bad?
you don’t mean shit to me,
martha dreams supressed, diffused violence, paul hates prison.
maybe we can work something out, MAYBE WE CAN’T,
when things go wrong and of course they do.
being brave isn’t supposed to be easy,
peter cries every day, tom every second,
ann is problematic, bertha’s hysterically planning another fight,
WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU,
WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU,
WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU, WE OWN YOU.

RACK AND RUIN!
finally, lets shake hands
no hands involved,
another deal for?
stick it up your ass,
fiction by my will.
the sight is cleared,
so COME OUT, you rotten cocksucker,
here’s your fucking POP SONG.