Isn't It Nice To Be Here?

In the void, a cry is heard Isn't it nice to be here? A son cries out in the darkness As he flies out in the darkness His mind is dead, it's overfed He ends up as a mass of blood A daughter screams out of the night While fire beams with flaming light She takes a trip, she really flips She ends up as a burning ember Isn't it nice to be here? Make your mind up, use your head You learn one thing from dropping dope Your drop the pill, you might drop dead