Don’t tell me I was born free
That joke has been old since high school
You’ll only find the wrong job for me
Much as I’m looking like the right tool

I never wanted to grow up to be
Some kind of social construct, imagine me
A cog in some infernal machine
And yet a bounty of beautiful boxes awaits
Forever flashing on that screen
So please, don’t tell me I was born free

Yr gonna get yr chance to be hung
You’ll make a great gift to gracious girls
Try to swallow while yr still young
That yr dick’s too short to fuck the world

What you know about being no sort of slave?
I know some kids who’d kill for this kind of cage
But I never want to act my age
I’m a born again babe with a vague rage mewling and puking upon that page, okay?
So don’t ever get in my way

Sweating through the sheets seven nights a week
Screaming as I sleep, dreams of demons streaming through the streets

Watch the acid eat away the enamel
Kissing this toiler seat, does it make me an animal?

Sludge through the sewage, it’s such a world of shit
Feeling like we live, live on a Diarrhea Planet

First I was emboldened, then I was embarrassed
Started out golden and ended up garish

I couldn’t approve, but I could understand
I know what just appeared, what just appeared in yr underpants

Tonight yr gonna see, it’s my body and me
We’ll ride to the city and grab on that sin with both hands