My days are numbered and structured at cross purposes My steps are aimless and I couldn't care less I stumbled on DNA once and sucked in CS gas My reality is Television - records I disappeared one day in a blinding blue flash I stumbled on DNA once and stuck it up my ass My conscience is non-existent I'm numb with disinterest My elastic arms are stretched across oceans of stress My days are numbered I don't know what to do My lights are flashing How about you? My days are numbered I know exactly what to do My brain is bending How about you? My theories are psuedo hollow and thouroughly weightless My mind is polluted by dreary sixties sickness My fabrications are solidly ludicrous I stumbled on CS gas while I sucked in DNA My days are numbered I know exactly what to do My lights are flashing How about you?