For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress Foraging forests five footsteps in length Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles Flowing like flies from your face From your face And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats And when I go driving they walk in my path All the time Every time First we were babies, we're birthing and dying And then we were children, we're playing and crying And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds We've created by lusting and lying To ourselves and to others We're sadly sighing And I'd like to be A big ball of meat That bees can buzz around and eat when I die So that I might be granted one sense of purpose**