The Zygotes
Constant Conflict
I'm caught in conflict
No cotton goddess
No arms, no legs !
No god, no face !
No sex, reproduction
It's mindless indulgence
No procreate !
No arms, no race !
It's got in the way
It's got in the way
No constant contest
It's fought with conmen
No love, no hate !
No arms, no legs !
No drunk in a coffin
Forgotten unconscious
No arms, no legs !
Oh god, no way !
It's got in the way
It's got in the way
God has a game
And it's got DNA
I've gotta say
That I'm not gonna play