Drunk on Aluminum

Oh my, are you the beast again?

Is it the violence you like?

Oh my, I feel it crawling in

Gnawing, reptilian

In the lost, lonely night

I wanna know

Cut out the sickness

Cut it in self-defense

Cut the yellowing eyes

Skylines, bloody and cancerous

Color the dead patches

Make it white, make it white

Wild eyes, I feel the teeth again

Gnawing and imminent

In the lost, lonely night

Oh my, give me the words again

Paint it aluminum

Make it white, make it white