Drowning yourself in a sea of dysentery
And animals dead on their backs
You hurry to switchblade the maker of paper
With stitches that wind down her hat
Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind
This is Satan's song
You must sing along
This is Satan's song
You must sing along
In your shoes and the mistake of martians
That buzz in my brain like a seed
And a leech on the index of a holy subject
Will algebra bite till it bleeds
Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind
This is Satan's song
You must sing along
This is Satan's song
You must sing along
