Automated Lyrics & Chords By Victims Family

I'm a computer generated image
flashing on a screen lean and mean
and obscene, douse me in gasoline
and kerosene, strike a match and
watch me go up in a ball of flame and
shame and blame and nothing
remains but coals and ashes and a
couple of burnt matches. Sweep the
dust into a dustpan, toss it in the
trashcan, carry it out and bury it in a
hole in the ground, seep down in the
brown ground, my methods are
unsound I've found it's terribly, terribly
easy to get ground down.
Ground down into the dust, watch it go bust
seeping into the crust in a pile of lust
and pus and mistrust, I'd cuss but it
just wouldn't make a fuck of a lot of
difference, Why all of this insistence that
everything makes sense, a place for
everything and everything in it's
place, Can't even look into the
face of your enemy and
see the humanity,
are we bound for
Calamity? On a
collision course
with destiny? Is this
thing getting the best
of me? Or do you want to burn the
rest of me?