text: Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead
  I cant see how dangerous
  It must feel to me
  Training human cogs for the machine
  Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me
  Bombarding their still soft shells
  With sticks and stones
  That were lying around
  In the pile of unspeakable feelings Id found
  When I turned back the stone
  Turned over the stone
  Of my own disappointment back home