Disintegration (Instinctive Pleasures)

Blasted eyes and a black ink carousel
Soft ended whispers
Broken smiles seemingly propel
Left and right I grasp for pain to feel
Nobodies listening
Sit down for your last meal
I see your anger
Building inside
I hope there's nothing
You have to hide
I'm High
Sacrificial sites bloating all around
Instinctive pleasures
Something I heard in town
Too busy for your pollution
Breeding hell hounds
Oh, I thought I'd never hear the sound
I see your anger
Building inside
I hope there's nothing
You have to hide
I'm High
I see your anger
Building inside
I hope there's nothing
You have to hide
Down in a hole
Of horrible bullshit
One more emotion
Thrown in a sad pit
I'm High
I'm High
I'm High
I'm High
I'm High
I'm High
I'm High