Make it Die

Broken down city rat patrols the cars and caravans observing all the understanding members of the race of rat kings
He's got the keys to sunken streets beneath the sleeping sleeveless sleaze that haunts the stealing student scene
They see that it's not ok to be a winner if you're free

Cuz winners win a life of living up to their careers beginning
The things they thought would free them: Singing, stinging in their arm
They trap their selves, map their health, record every lap
They felt the happiness they thought would help keep from doing harm

I know you hurt yourself
But why not someone else?
Cuz you're a loser, moving user, manipulative intruder choosing the abusing useless path
Faking out the breaking down of your brain making no sound as it waits to take you to the ground

I've got a dream and I am gonna make it die
You know I want a lawn to mow
I'll dream, get high, leave, die real slow to think I'm holding on to something that's already gone

I've been alone and lonely known my own meaninglessness has grown
I've got a dream and I am gonna make it die