Product (Crumpled Up)-Penal Colony

Product (Crumpled Up) - Penal Colony Young and indoctrined Pampered and sheltered Amputation from sleep A crash from the outside Carefully groomed trees The police have come home Walking through the bad decisions The drunken phone calls I shouldn't have heard Straining for solace My only diversion is a cul-de-sac And a borderline belting Me Generation Now you've got a product And the product is me Free thinking user Lower your suture Now look what you've got Me Fear and loathing The angst that is unknown Waiting for my turn to come He's throwing in portraits Damning the offspring Coming on in monolithics I waver above as my body reels and bruises and moans on the floor Bones break open, I say nothing The pain, it lingers like chain-smoke breath Trust Kiss it good-bye Deal with the memory Rise above it