I wake up, in a kafkaesque building
And I get up, to have a look but I'm a afraid to
It's that cockroach feeling
But that's not it
But that's not it
But that's not it
But that's not it
It's a debauchery of proportions, it comes to you seemingly so obvious
Who are you gonna hurt today is it cats or women
Oh I don't know but I'd cut my fingers off, to never have met you
It's true, you're a dissipation
It's true, you're a dissipation
It's true, you're a dissipation
It's true, you're a dissipation
It's done, it's done, it's done
I'm standing on the ground
The waters to my knees and seeping in I can't see where it's leading
It's a debauchery of proportions, it comes to you seemingly so obvious
Who are you gonna hurt today