Lyrics:

Do the laughs die when

One such as I run
And allow myself
Time for own true needs
When convincing me
That you're on my team
May not lie to me
But not mentioning
So sit back and have

An hysterical
Laugh at tiny holes
Buy and trade men's souls
X-ray mind reads plenty

Worth no more than pennies

You, they, it or what

Have been fair, I thought
May you never free
You from you or me
See the more I think
I'm afraid to blink
I don't move an inch
Slowly draining me
Hire a spy and bug me

Pimp your friends for money
Rich and growing sicker

Sell the dead ones quicker