There's nothing like being ownednKept by beens in a jelly mouldnBrought out on special occasionsnServed with black entertainmentnMeasured by the size of the rash minus incomenMake it stop, we could all get togethernAnd fucking burn the lotnKept by bees in a glass casenNext to Atlantis, rendered badly by my oil paintsnnTrapped by ESP in the darknessnAll those guys, they just want a part in your story