Le Fin de Circuite Beneaux

[destroyifyer]

Oh, why oh why don't I have the energy
Why don't I have the time
How is it that my wires lay in piles
Potentiometers line the ailes of my chamber...

In piles electronic junk sits
Awaiting disfigurement and mutilation
To make sound out of tune and somewhat random
Birds flee in terror

The hour is upon me, shall I melteth the solder
Shalt I inhale the lead fumes
Hunch my back over a dirty table
Covered in retarded classified ads

My tackle box, my tackle box
You are filled with random screws
Screw YOU, tackle box
Thoust art an organized trash can

My calculator, my calculator,
You were one of a kind
Now you're all wired up
And in quite a bind