Bottle City

Standing or sitting I don't know which way is up or down
 Looking at melted flesh, try not to expose yourself
 I'm nothing but another mindless drone
 All the same; intoxicated
 We have become everything that we hated
 And if you've been handed a second chance
 To drift away from yourself, don't take it
 And if you can't afford to drink yourself to sleep at night
 You might want to try to find another
 way to ease your mind; It will take over
 Wires crossed as well as fingers
 Stale works with hunger lingering
 Programs with code mouth with crystal conduct
 The mechanic's blow my fuses
 Shut down, shut down, emergency escape
 Fly down with a fall
 I'm drifting away; I'm closer to crashing through the gates
 Programed to take the to tumble
 And fix problems as if I know, as if I knew as I will do
 I can't stay to watch this happen
 Piercing the face of the worms
 Disturbing the dirt holding them in
 Use the best bait to catch the oldest fish
 That's how I see it
 This is the way I was programmed to be
 This is the way I was programmed to be
 Solitude soaked yet ready to clean the ground
 To destroy the maker that made me.