[Hook/Verse 1]
Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead
I can't see how dangerous
It must feel to me
[Verse 2]
Training human cogs for the machine
Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me
[Verse 3]
Bombarding their still soft shells
With sticks and stones
That were lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found
[Outro]
When I turned back the stone
Turned over the stone
Of my own disappointment back home