A Territory of the Mind. Colonized, Decimated.

The real cost of this sad reunion It fucks me up more than you can know To lay upon the grave all the heartache For it to fade away under the snow The real heart of man is so fragile A timid thing pretending not to need to break down And cry and cry over all the friends burried under ground The soul of man under the mountain mangling All of our bones until they're shapes the factory likes So we can turn a wheel and press a button For the most beautiful years of our life The yellow bellied fucker that came up with All these wastes of paper in my hand To require anything from anybody Is insanity that I just can't stand