So now you’ve picked at me, dissected me, masticated me,
eaten me, feasted on me, wasted me and left me with the scraps.

Now you’ve diverted me, distorted me, dislocated me, decorticated me, dissipated me, integrated me and left me with the scabs.

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.

Now you’ve invested me, invaded me, infested me, downgraded me, masturbated me, violated me.
You calculated me, incriminated me, discriminated me, humiliated me, terminated me, contaminated me.

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.

I hope you’ll be sick

Through your teeth through your stomach through your face, I hope you’ll retch and writhe

Now here come the helicopters
But they won’t save you baby

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit

Through your skin, through your teeth, through your stomach

Retch and writhe, retch and writhe, retch and writhe

You’ve got something more
I cannot describe
When the ray of light cross the room at night
I’ll follow you if you say so
Make you forget your low lows
It’s not a big deal at all
If you take the high ground
There’s no reward when you pretend to be someone else
There’s nothing else to do
No, just to be yourself
Once you have found your way all around
You’ll hear the sound of child screaming up « wheoop! »
I’m back in the playground
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You’ve got somewhere else to go
Necktie strangles (strangled) to the bone
Which door to open ?
You waited for a phone call
A new chapter to be told
If you're lost on the road, there might (be) someone you can find
There’s no reward when you pretend to be someone else
There’s nothing else to do
No, just to be yourself

Once you have found your way all around
You’ll hear the sound of child screaming up « wheoop! » I’m back in the playground
x4