Vārdi: Acid Bath. When The Kite String Pops. Dope Fiend.

Why do you love to lick my wounds
Why do you love to twist my pain
Why do you love to suck! my life
Why do you look so dead
Kill me I'm a dope fiend
Do not touch me for I am unclean
Kill your television, do it for God
Kill the corpse holding the credit card
Screaming insects hail the queen welcome the killer home

Hold me close to your dead heart and let the rapist roam
Put your bloody hands on me whisper in my ear
Burning bodies keep us warm and have for a million years
Yeah motherfucker I'm high
And I'm thankful just to be alive