Do the laughs die when 
One such as I run 
And allow myself 
Time for own true needs 
When convincing me 
That you're on my team 
May not lie to me 
But not mentioning 

So sit back and have 
An hysterical 
Laugh at tiny holes 
Buy and trade men's souls 

X-ray mind reads plenty 
Worth no more than pennies 

You, they, it or what 
Have been fair, I thought 
May you never free 
You from you or me 
See the more I think 
I'm afraid to blink 
I don't move an inch 
Slowly draining me 

Hire a spy and bug me 
Pimp your friends for money 
Rich and growing sicker 
Sell the dead ones quicker