Planet Cancer - Flummox

My body is feeling weak, my head is full of doubt

I don’t know where my world is, nor what it’s all about

The things that made me glad are run in down the drain

I can’t afford to feel sad as it takes up half my brain

Materials that don’t matter take men under their control

They can’t hear the pitter-patter of the last drops of their soul

A cancer to the earth, a burden to the gods, what point does it really serve?

What really are the odds?

They take more than they give, no air to replace the fumes, no food to sustain

& live, more dead to fill the tombs

Conversation is a dead art, speech is a useless tool

If you can’t live to play the part, than you listened to the fools!

Just because there are weapons, doesn’t mean it’s an armory

Just 'cause there ain’t no whips & chains doesn’t mean it ain’t slavery

Sacrifice the immaculate — stone the priests in the road

Try too hard to calculate what you reaped from the sown

Your gods are all a fable, but the devil’s in a thousand men

They need to keep the power stable, so they teach you how to sin

Mother taught you wrong

Father wasn’t there

I can’t finish this song

Let’s just end it here!