This is the battle of sex as an animal act. 
Fucked up by your emotions. 
The human animal struggles vaguely/vainly 
to control his natural animal instincts, 
so it be better able to fit in to the norm of society. 
A contradiction in terms. 
Sometimes however either due to chemical or hormonal imbalance a fist fax 
or a flagrant disregard for the outdated and inhabitional, 
so called code of ethics, 
the thin line which separates the animal from the vegetable is obliterated. 
Leaving them free to intoxicate their need to fulfil 
the lowest common denominator. 
With debating them for ignorance and a shear force of will, 
they are willing to need and breed any danger 
no matter how devastating the consequences. 
In order to feel the necessary agitation, 
which feeds their entire existence. 
Without the stimulating intoxicant the banality of their boring and miserable lives, 
becomes to chronic and depressing a constant tumour. 
Only to the thread of constant danger with the imprisonment of incomprehensible pain, 
can they find a suitable distraction to fear them away from the dull reality 
which they seek so desperately to escape. 
The reality that they will never ever be another 
Charles Manson Jim Morrison Jim Joels Jack the Ripper, 
Tax River Clint Eastwood Mario and Breddy Mohammed Ali 
Lenny Bruce Lissy Gordon Andy Warhole or Elvis, Einstein. 
The fact that they are gonna be struggling every other day 
of their lousy goddamn lives just to be able to afford the cost of living 
yet another hopeless rotten existence full of Partheads, 
pumpkins, bad trips, burn outs, rip offs, fuck offs 
and every other stinking lousy abuse, 
you don’t want to live in the face of this poor miserable misted 
regent loser outlaws… yeeh outlaws. 
The kind of people that don’t fit in to your society 
because to fit in would mean the kiss of death. 
Dull, dumb, square. 
And I am all for animal liberation and the right to be a pig. 
Because that’s what it is