Hate rose Came back again The flowers of rot crawl out of my skin They smell Sick and disgusting Agony and pain and burning plastic Running through imaginary hallways Jump up, break down 23 skidoo Hectically wishing away The worst possible thing you'd be going to do
Lie down Hear the hissing sound Your heart is burning a hole in the ground Push the signal along The neural rebellion the size of Viet Cong All the connections overwhelmed with negative feedback 23 skidoo Hectically wishing away The worst possible thing you'd be going to do
Some may find this desperately erratic But that's the way I survive everyday Once again please let me be pathetic If I don't let it out, all things will go astray, okay?
I'm sick of this shit, it's true Sometimes I forget the meaning of the word 'good' But tell me What would you do, What would you do If you were in my shoes? Probably fill youself with medication then... Skidoo, oo-oo-oo I'm letting the skidoo out of me So let it gain publicity!