Do the laughs die when
  One such as I run
  And allow myself
  Time for own true needs
  When convincing me
  That you're on my team
  May not lie to me
  But not mentioning
  
  So sit back and have
  An hysterical
  Laugh at tiny holes
  Buy and trade men's souls
  
  X-ray mind reads plenty
  Worth no more than pennies
  
  You, they, it or what
  Have been fair, I thought
  May you never free
  You from you or me
  See the more I think
  I'm afraid to blink
  I don't move an inch
  Slowly draining me
  
  Hire a spy and bug me
  Pimp your friends for money
  Rich and growing sicker
  Sell the dead ones quicker