Are you breathin'
Right here under my nose
The air has turned so pungent
Like being inside the restless cars
Or the bodies they pick from the pavement
And I shudder, I am sickened
By my presence like a narrow-mind routine
As I'm trying to disappear
Into a self-supporting cloud of nicotine
Here is the scene
Where infinite beings
Must rely on his hands and knees
As night turns the shape
Of the creatures obscene
I really do hate their existance
Surpassing themselves in the ugliest ways