Smile to their faces
then tear them off,
your expression unchanged
as the puppet screams.

Steal a car,
shatter a life--
just a day's work
for one worth his salt.

We're no worse than they;
better, even, since we see this.
The world is an evil place.

The grubs squirm frantically,
wriggling through life,
not knowing nothing safeguards them.
We pick them off to amuse ourselves.

Steal a car,
shatter a life--
just a day's work
for one worth his salt.

Fuck for money,
kill for pleasure--
the world is our toybox.