Room 5

I saw a proline sticker just other day
Another mental fool with no right to procreate
Elbows bumping, tempers growing
Veins bulge in my neck and eyes
We're just a bunch of animals
That fuck to survive

Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out
Make room, make room
For the hand of doom

I built a wall around myself
From a world that's on the brink
There's a problem with my armor
'Cause there's just too many chinks

Cyanide the water supply
Take a drink and watch 'em die
Release ebola in the air
Swell and bleed out everywhere
Sarin gas for you to smell
Take a train ride, next stop hell

A Y2K census and we're all filled up
Like a thick head of beer overflowing its cup
A culling of humans, a matter of space
Like herd management for the human race

Line 'em up against the wall
Aim and fire, send in more
Dynamite, hand grenades
Cold Guyanin lemonade

Judas Priest pumpin' loud
Pump your shot gut, listen 'pow'
Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion
Chop 'em, burn 'em, fuck it, nuke 'em
Fuckin' nuke 'em

There's too many people
Too many mouths to feed
What is the solution?
When billions need to eat

There's not enough space
Nowhere to put our waste
With a little salt and pepper
How do you think we'll taste?

With a little salt and pepper
How do you think we'll taste?
With a little salt and pepper
How do you think we'll taste?

Cyanide the water supply
Take a drink and watch 'em die
Release ebola in the air
Swell and bleed out everywhere

Sarin gas for you to smell
Take a train ride, next stop hell
Line 'em up against the wall
Aim and fire, send in more
Send in more, send in more

Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out
Make room, make room
For the hand of doom

I built a wall around myself
From a world that's on the brink
There's a problem with my armor
'Cause there's just too many chinks

Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out
Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out