[Verse] The trash is a pile, a mountain of rotting food and paper cups and napkins and empty paper bags and broken glass, a landfill leaking all its waste into the sky I'm not sure why I'm even still trying to escape the trash I cannot make you understand I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me I cannot even explain it to myself I'm not sure why I'm even still trying to escape the trash [Outro] Nowhere in the cycle of progress is this more noticeable than in the history of sanitation What was once considered trash is now considered treasure The garbage men are now the pharaohs, the conquerors, the chosen ones Conquerors, the chosen ones (outro) (outro) [end]
