garbage Shaft Floor-By-Floor - Emperor X

Let’s play the game that got you wasted

Let’s take a drip from the prick syringe

Can you remember how it tasted when the drumstick smacked you?

What a forceful friend

Now the sun’s coming up on your palace

You’re breaking crystal with your mallets

You shatter glasses and you shadowbox

Your trifocals focus on the phallus

There’s no glory

No sacred soul sea

No starship

No black keys

No bands that remove me from competition

In the coliseum

I’ll smash your keyboards

I’ll take mine back home

Then Jesus taps you on the shoulder:

«My father’s ageless, but you’re older

And you’re too feeble for my lightningbolt.»

The universe starts dying

It gets colder

And now it’s time for you to feel some pain

Sacrifice a lung or two to fortune/fame

Put down the auditorium with Christian name

And call yourself a sacrificial soldier

I can’t believe that you’d bulldoze the mineshaft

You traded emotion for skills, and computerized

Take back the seascape on jet skis and earthquakes

Envision the nightmares you’ll cause in the Birchmeres

You’ll spill spill spill spill

Garbage shaft floor-by-floor