Check the phone book for a safety pin A routine violent ultra-light death Sentence for a Nobel prize Your mind is nothing sacred And living isn't breathing We are so scared of common knowledge Hive-mind groups and trusting that Of brain will be the death of me And there will be no ceremony Google wrote the Bible Times New Roman font dicates Your body is a vessel A getaway, a rendezvous And Earth is always breathing And it doesn't give a fuck about the complex nuiance of your day to day I want to die