Lyrics

What makes you think that life through a glory hole On your knees in dirt is worth living, worth dying for? Patronizing, dehumanizing True colors are painted over with shining shit At life's killing floor Thumbs point down, kick in the head The queue's at the door Man falls down, skinned and grotesque At life's killing floor What makes you think that the grave you're digging Balls deep in dirt, would be anything more than just a hole? Excusing, exploiting We the primates, the crown of creation At life's killing floor Thumbs point down, kick in the head The queue's at the door Man falls down, skinned and grotesque At life's killing floor