... You can feel it like lullabies,
sung by pennant pedophiles,
and it's sucking through your head... 

Like poison in the peaches that are growing on the tree, that are raped by the broken parts glued inside of me. 

 Like your shattered vision as it searches for the stars, as it claws at the floorboards in The house, 
In the head,
Of the pawn,
 ... In the mind of the jester
.......... getting fucked like a whore,

behind,
the, 
perfect picket fences, 

on your perfect fucking lawn, 

... And the junkies found Jesus, while the preachers sold their souls,
Singing songs of redemption, while they dug their soul shaped holes, 

And I twist my ribcage open, so you can slip your fingers in,
Taste the sickness in my chest while the veil of sleep is thin,

And deadly is the aquifer, that's streaming from my head,
Of all the dirty monsters that have dirtied up your bed...

 ... And I can see it clearly, while it's crawling up your spine
loving you, is killing me, I'm dying all the time 

So turn out all the flashlights, searching through your soul,
stitch on up that smile, and fill my six foot hole,

Your poisons seeping from my face, I can't get your star dust from my veins,
And as my light goes dimmer yet, I won't forgive,

I can't forget ... 
So bury me, 
Deep down low.

Make me burn, 
Where light wont go...
Throw me out, and make it hurt,   

And make silence from this crashing loud,
And make sure the holes so deep, that I can't see out, 

Because,
The dawn is an abortion, that's creeping through the night,
Stealing the womb of darkness, to the days cruel light,
Sweat drips down my eyelids, to lips parched and dry,

... And the empty sheets next to me, make me die  

Deep inside.