A warbled collage

Another one bites the dust

Another one dusts the bust

And another one blown, ripped apart to the bone

Another one blasts your trust, hey

They're gonna get us too

And the world is turning inside out

It's spinning so wild, spewing entropy

There's no—stop-pin'—it now

How to—stomp—it—now?

Someone's having a good time, having a bad time but

Is this the real life? Or just a bad disease?

Mamma, am I the man

Who missed somethin' right ahead, what's this havoc in my head?

But

Nothing really matters

Laugh is all we need

All that we'll be given

Is this—