Genetic Bomb (Spitzer Remix)

This is a music box it’s a gift from the old to the young

It’ll put you to sleep little one no matter how tough you are

It’s a genetic bomb, always with you from the womb to the tomb

And it gets to you the way it got to me

Somebody knows why you feel like a dog in a tree, eating your leash

It was designed to succeed where all the others have failed: keeping you busy

It’s a demonic laugh eating at you from the depths of this song

And it teases you like it did to me

It isn’t music boy that I’ll pass on to you someday

It is a glimpse of a world that is dead to you, just like somebody passing through

A toxic mortgage too, weighing on you from the depths of this song

And you’ll figure it out ‘cause it’s what you do

An empty soul and a blank heart in a brand new envelope

A notion coming from ancient times which is out and about, and about:

A picture of you picturing yourself in another person

If there’s an awkward feeling about this you gotta grow and let it go

The wall is barely standing just so you know, now you know

There’s no rule in this place full of rulers and I’m next in line

Is this room ever so dark?