I was born to interact with the dead

"Let us back, we messed up," is all that they said,

and everybody's got something to hide,

but they say it doesn't matter when your brain splatters, and you've died

I was torn between being born and infanticide

Sister didn't love me, Father chose to shove me, but Mom said I'm the light of her life -

by that she meant I lit up her loins

to spawn another better younger brother and move on,

But that's the way everything goes

when your forced to pay for your sin through the nose,

and enforced decay plays hell on your bones,

and your parade is attended by none

I was going to return all of my words

Discount prices, clearance rack ideas I've heard

tied up and bonded to my ways

no change for receiptless recessive genes

Parentless skinheads scraped of escapist charades

on my lawn, in my home, in my head space,

and technocrats won't flinch when I freeze

can't nap, can't crash, cannot shake this disease

But that's the way everything goes

when your forced to pay for your sin through the nose,

and enforced decay plays hell on your bones,

and your parade is attended by none