Oh slob, oh slug

heavy a body suffocating, drowning in your technology,

the machine is a part of you, but you let it happen, you let it take you,

growing in your isolation, you have outgrown your cage, and it will become your coffin.

oh slob, oh slug

what have you done, you've sealed your own demise,

you're the puller of you're own trigger of you're own gun,

a shot between the eyes.