How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaking, yeah
Oh this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
My Lord is this a test?
Was it fun creating it?
My God's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who
Are you?
Who can say?
It's ok to live through me
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it hope they're breakin'? Yeah
I'm so selfish, payin' your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
[Spoken]
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you cannot give
Shit!
Individuality
Buyin' penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to me
Yeah