Send me away to mars fast
Where there's no illusion I'll spend my afternoons
Between your ties neither in a tupperware container
Then confiscate what's left
And sell it to the biggest assholes political party you might know
Because everything else is just sentimental crap
To get wrapped on time

Besides heroin

Send me away to mars in a tupperware container and fast
Because I don't belong to your group of living things
Which you never planned, but ate up whole
And now I got society telling me to grow some balls
And rub them together just to make electricity my special power
When there's nothing else to do


Besides heroin