Garbage Shaft Floor-by-Floor

Let's play the game that got you wasted
Let's take a drip from the prick syringe
Can you remember how it tasted when the drumstick smacked you?
What a forceful friend

Now the sun's coming up on your palace
You're breaking crystal with your mallets
You shatter glasses and you shadowbox
Your trifocals focus on the phallus

There's no glory
No sacred soul sea
No starship
No black keys
No bands that remove me from competition
In the coliseum

I'll smash your keyboards
I'll take mine back home

Then Jesus taps you on the shoulder:
"My father's ageless, but you're older
And you're too feeble for my lightningbolt."
The universe starts dying
It gets colder

And now it's time for you to feel some pain
Sacrifice a lung or two to fortune/fame
Put down the auditorium with Christian name
And call yourself a sacrificial soldier

I can't believe that you'd bulldoze the mineshaft
You traded emotion for skills, and computerized
Take back the seascape on jet skis and earthquakes
Envision the nightmares you'll cause in the Birchmeres
You'll spill spill spill spill
Garbage shaft floor-by-floor