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 till you half sin
Piece a lie made it hymn and killing him
Pedadoy's 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 too 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!"
