Microwave

I don't wanna live my life, Live my life, live my life In a fear response again I just wanna fuckin ride Fuckin ride, fuckin ride, That microwave again I don't wanna go inside, go inside That dingy, dusty, doldrumish den Makes me feel the mulch Feel the mulch, feel the mulch I feel the mulch clutching my skin Never wanna lose my mind Give my mind away on I 90 again Tethered to the rust, tethered faulty carpool Got a dummy for a friend Signal of the gods, signal of the gods Signal fractured pantomime languages within Forming jokes to crack that vaulted ceilings silican grin Fear lives in that dust, don't agitate or entertain them Beckoning microwave plasma beads, addicted to that spin