Jesus Christ, I Might As Well Be Dead

If I Can't See How Dangerous It Must Feel To Be

Training Human Cogs For The Machine

Without Some Shell-shocked Lunatic Like Me

Bombarding Their Still Soft Shores

With Sticks And Stones That Were Lying Around

In The Pile Of Unspeakable Feelings I'd Found

When I Turned Back The Stone

Turned Over The Stone

Of My Own Disappointment Back Home