Deconstruction (Full Album)

Never cool. Psychotherapy, sci-fi religion. Tit, pigs, bikini, barbell, chakra, gridlock. Don’t think just talk, jog don’t ever walk, weight loss, talk radio, roll up your windows, Ramona map in the land of setting sun, private home securities. Radio static, career, income traffic, the car drive, panic. I’m caffeinated and incorporated, cog in the wheel of the machinery, naked aggressive, nightly newsish and stress-related, on the couch I’m home plate, crack, cocaine and cholesterol. I play hard ball, I mean business and I’ve got a hard-on for hate. I see my life flash before me, when I try to sleep. Sleepless, brain baffled, boggled and battle-fatigued. I am product. I Don't Believe in Books, I Believe in Sentences, DECONSTRUCTION.