‘Storage Needs To Be Taken Seriously'

Somewhere among this clutter is my head
My world is trapped underneath this wreck
…When I can only stutter, how am I meant
To make anything other than common sense…?

Somewhere in this utter fucking mess
Is anything I may have to cover myself
Oh, how, when I can but shudder, to keep one step
Ahead of the government?

I have things to prove
But I can't move
I have much to say
But I'm gagged with red tape
And there are lives on the line
And there are fingers in my eyes
And there are millions on the edge
And there's a fat cat on my chest

Oh, I guess…

This is what becomes of us who could care less.