Flatpack (Explicit)

You don't have to smile

At everyone you see

In fact some people find

That **** kinda creepy

And everybody's

Everyone you meet

But the sawdust in their

Eyes is kinda spooky

Maybe you've just been coasting along with your head in the sand

For much too long

We're broken and folded

And flatpacked and slacked

On a fat stack

With all them other jacks.

Did you hear that right?

And just like

I went in to your brain

The ethanol and gasoline

Don't wash off the mustard stains

It's not quite that

I can't feel my skin

But I feel them suckers

And they're sucking me in

Let out the mist that hides within

The original sin.

I don't have to take

In everything I read

But I do it anyway

Cause it's easy

Whilst you're living in your fantasy

Mother earth is holding me down

Father from god, oh no.

Can you tell me exactly what I missed?

Am I expected to do more

Than just simply exist?

Can you see them as

They're looking back at you?

I know they're almost kinda human

But that shouldn't bother you

But that just wouldn't do.

And just like

Water to your brain

The ethanol and gasoline

Don't wash off the mustard stains

It's not quite that

I can't feel my skin

But I feel them suckers

And they're sucking me in

Let out the Mr. Hyde within

The original sin.