I wanna chose to die

And be buried with a Rubik's Cube

And sleep inside the big blue buildings

While the sweet disease drives through

There's a bakery in the night sky

I wanna die because the government lied

She was a man with herpes

Floating in a yellow stream

Running through the windows backwards

Kissing all the buildings clean

You know his appetite for hardcore taste

And orgiastic party games

She woke up in the highway

With arrows pointing at her face

Later that day in gym class

She ate a mouth full of anthrax

Go to sleep...