I saw a pro-file sticker just other day

another fool who has no right to procreate

elbows bumping, tempers growing

veins bulge in my neck and eyes

we're just a bunch of animals

that fuck to survive... we gotta



make room, make room

spread the fuck right out

make room, make room

for the hand of doom

I built a wall around myself, form a world that's on the brink

there's a problem with my armor

cause there's just too many chinks



cyanide the water supply, take a drink and watch'em die

release ebola in the air, swell and bleed out everywhere

sarin gas for you to smell, take a train ride, next stop hell



a y2k census and we're all filled up

like a thick head of beer overflowing it's cup

a culling of humans, a matter of space

like herd management for the human race.



line'em up against the wall, aim