Lyrics:

How The Mind Does Shout For Rest
when The Bodies Shaken, Yeah
oh The Tightness In My Chest
still Your Leaves I'm Raking

lord Is This A Test
was It Fun Creating, Yeah
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 How They're Breaking, Yeah
i'm So Selfish, Paying 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

you Feed

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 Can Not Give

shit!

individuality
buying Pennies 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 Abhored
in Self-Worth
all That Matters Much To Me