Insect

Look at that little insect That little insect Will never understand Anything at all My parents made me out of alcohol and boredom I provided purpose A distraction for them Just for a little while Until I was old enough to ask them "Why?" They taught me the ways of the two legged carnivores Breathe the air for free, the rest you have to pay for And there are these things we drop from aeroplanes Onto other human beings Turn them into pieces of people We are born naked Naked as the sun As the years go by we learn how to put these clothes on So you start asking questions about the things around you The stars in the sky What is it that they do? And people just look at you And say things like "Aren't they beautiful?" Why are they beautiful? Like a form of torture What are they doing there? We were born to wonder why Why to everything As the days go by we learn how to stop asking And there are many billions of people just like you They all dream at night And they will all die too But you will never meet most of them You'll hardly meet any of them They're all there apparently But dont you worry, think about it later Now all you need are those pieces of paper And if you get enough of them You can exchange them for a tiny piece of the earths surface You tell yourself you own it Keep telling yourself you own it 'Till you die on it We were born to throw up Throw up on the ground And as the years go by we learn how to keep it all down And the sun in the sky Stares down at us Keeps us alive staring down at us It says look at that little human That little human will never understand Anything at all (Why?) (Why am I here?) (What am I) (What am I doing here?)