I sit queasy, jittered, uneasy The toll that looms, the loss [cows] I dread I buckle, when my judge clutches Questioning my treatment of an ego underfed Bulbs of passion Bulbs of passion
Place it here on the bureau Let the interests rip apart the understood No one's satisfied with merely a cut So they sabotage their own livelihood
The feeble structure is teetering, but intact The parts all function but the fuse is lit Teeth scrape on the last remaining fossil I wanna to crumble but instead I slit
And hold it in my hand But they're sweating Train for now, but soon forget The tears are flowing from the love in her eyes The hated feeling gonna eat me alive Bulbs of passion Bulbs of passion Bulbs of passion Bulbs of passion
