Municipal wasted

The cycle of solid waste
Is the open wound of the wet crowd
The dogs lick up the rubbish
As their rabid mouths spit used band-aids

Pus, Rottiness!
Buzzards party on the social gut
Pus, alienation!
Beside children pick up survival

To produce, to use and to get rid off
So here then is only recycled conformism
And between needles and bottles
The intestine of earth always in time to explode
All wasted...

I'm not wasted, I'm not!
What's happen to me?
I'm not wasted!
The hole fuckin world is wasted.

Municipal, municipal wasted!
and brass and roachs
and remains and rats
and pork chop bacterias
are the bums company
fuck!

Misery accumulated in plastic bags
No mercy rolled in cardboards
Hunger all sides
lllnes inside... of municipal Wasted.