Zyclone B Bathouse

One time weekly rate 12 by 12 foot room

Strapped down to the bed

Now pump up the valium

My mind is wide asleep

My conscience deep awake

The promises

I keep Are not the ones

I make I count the caustic causes

I lost count of regrets

A surplus of good intentions

Don't provide me with content

All I want is just a little content

One time monthly rate

Still no breathing room

Pressure's building up

So pump up the valium

I choose the beaten path

I've been to where it leads

Why I keep coming back

A mystery to me

I found what

I've been seeking

It's too late for me to care

My aspiration's leaking

From a hole

I can't repair

Maybe I just don't want it repaired