Babies Screaming at the Breast

There is a struggle in me
I fear I wont get far
Before it drives me crazy
High powered mutant of some kind
Not meant for mass production
To weird too live to rare too die
Make it up along the way
Hide the signs of fast decay
Smash and cook the eggs then
Leave the nest
Brought up to be
A baby screaming at the breast
I pile it up in silence
Until the Towers fall
Bring on the violence
Could be whatever I want to be
As long as I Am happy
How can you call that «good advice»?
Make it up along the way
Hide the signs of fast decay
Smash and cook the eggs then
Leave the nest
Brought up to be
A baby screaming at the breast
Make it up along the way
Hide the signs of fast decay
Smash and cook the eggs then
Leave the nest
Brought up to be
A baby screaming at the breast
A baby screaming at the breast