Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection

Waking at the time, done fine grey matter

Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head

Wonder 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 hide!

Diggin' me sunshine, where's the other bigger sin?

Deep inside the house, before the roof caved in

Getting in a psy-trance watch until you half-sin

Peaceful lie and then i'd end up killing him

Pedaflies flocking by, testified he's taken down

After all is said and done, we live to shit, to kill, to cum

Pain, his trust, his tragedy

Why is everything so needy?

Pointless after pain or chance

Today a laughter shakes

Pain, mistrust, his tragedy

Pain, mistrust, his tragedy

Pain, mistrust, his tragedy

Why is everything so needy?

Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection

Waking at the time, done fine grey matter

Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection

Waking at the time, done fine grey matter

"Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers!"