Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection Waking at the time, fine brain matter
Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye
Picking at the dead skin How does gonorrhea feel? Once you read keep us fed Falling off a horse's hind
Diggin' me sunshine where's the other bigger sin Deep inside the house before the roof caved in
Getting in psy trance watching 'til you half sin Piece a lie, made it hymm and killing him Pedaflies flocking by, testified he's chickened out After all is said and done we live to shit, to kill, to come
Pain his trust his tragedy Why is everything so needy Oh no says half to pain nor chance Today a laughter shake
Pain his trust t'his tragedy Pain his trust t'his tragedy Pain his trust t'his tragedy Why is everything so needy
Testing their pecking young blood, piecing along, perfection Would you let time better, fine brain matter
Testing their pecking gun, there piecing along perfection Waging if the time better, fine brain matter
"Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers!"