picture an infinite serpent

swallowing his own tail

we're much the same

i like the taste of my own nails

and it's not far away

far down, inside yourself

can we afford the waste

raining again



i just say to myself

face straight

we all want the same

when in line can't you see what the sign says

and is the price of pleasure

nothing left to save

will you offer up yourself again



again, again, again, again, again

again, again, again, again, again

again



the farther i look outside

hope belongs to a wasted kid, open up the sky

who won't wait another month to see

why do you want this

why does this happen

can you afford to wait for now

decide yourself

an engine for the waste is raining down



and i just say to mind

sit up straight

we all want the same

won't deny, i can't see what the sign says

and is the price of pleasure

nothing left to save

will you offer up yourself



again, again, again, again, again

again, again, again, again, again

again, again, again, again, again

again, again, again, again, again

again