A New Model

What do you want
Where do you care in an orderly set-up of thoughts
Do only feelings matter
Put it all in congress of disputable remnants
Conduct
As a way of behaving might as well suppose
We are damned to act
And the program has finally restored
All the matters of interest
And the life of words as old-fashioned relics
Behave yourself
And leave all excuses wrapped up in a plastic bag
To me your eyes could be filled with a chemical fluid
And age means dying and
I'm not young anymore
I am older
What does it mean
Where does it hurt in mechanical aspects of view
Do only senses matter
Get it all in progress from regressive compulsion
Emotion
As a way of expression has finally come
To the stage of no respect
And the answers are constantly involved
To analyse the prophecy
That man's life's a revolutionary exit
Behave yourself
And leave all excuses wrapped up in a plastic bag
To me your eyes could be filled with a chemical acid
And age means dying and I'm not young anymore
I am older
And what does it mean to you
There's rats converting your cellar
There's rats converting your cellar
They're killing me with devouring teeth
There's wax that drips from your ceiling
There's wax that drips from your ceiling
It's killing you with consuming heat
And there's a publicidal movement going on for ages
And there's a publicidal movement going on for ages
And what does it mean to you