Frolicking in Polished Metropolis

Wallowing in hollowed mahogany Reeling waste gleaming with figurines I guess what I guess is my opinion Thing is you'd only want my feelings So you could see the dichotomy Between my wants and my needs But I'm not sure want anything We kill one another, but smile on the street Frolicking in polished metropolis Took out your mace like you're ambushed You pray you've sprayed in my cornea I fall to the floor flat on my face Then you kick me in the worst place If you could just feel what I've been feeling Then you might get the meaning Until then I'll just hint subtly