I've got this micro-waste up on my brain,
By the way it's telling me to drain you the same...
There's filthy vacuum up my veins,
No use for plastic-man in this cage..

Gotta be there soon, I'm afraid..

Rented moist won't do the thing,
By the way I'm leaving for the week-end again..
Hope or fate won't make it swing,
No use for parallel emotions they say..

Gotta be there soon, I'm afraid..