You wake up one day,
to find you`ve been thrown away.
You`ve got no energy to speak,
you`re just too damn weak.
Infected, infected,
injected misdirected.
Infected, infected,
and to it we`re all subjected.
Your true self can`t be found,
too busy slothing around.
You`re staring into the sky,
death reflected in your eye.
M8 debts are chasing you down the street,
you run along on unsteady feet.
Wonder why you`ve got a turkey attack,
with a monkey livin` on your back.
Go on and stick it in,
gotta puncture the skin.
All of your loves in vain,
it`s like playin` with a train.