Seazon of the Fly
Acid Rain Lyrics by James Swensen-Flagg
 
Feeling too much pressure to perform, to conform.

Fucked and overwhelmed.

Overcome by the traditions and obligations;

I’m submerged and cannot swim.

Sinking and drowning in a lake of acid rain.

 

Something big and nasty stares and waits for us all.

Most are not so kind.

So I laugh at all of the trivial trite customs to which we adhere.

Nothing makes much sense when dealing with the minds of men.

 

(Gibberish)