| Take a step off of that silver bird | |
| From your planet | |
| And you brought a little bit of that cold with you | |
| Now wring me out like you would your bastarding father | |
| And you're so quick to stick to that scum, | |
| Hungry like a piranha... ohh | |
| Swallow a little of that sea | |
| Now taste a little bit of the salt in me | |
| Throw up a little of it on your knees | |
| Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning | |
| Before you poured | |
| Your elements away? (away) | |
| Now sink back to the bottom of it all | |
| You can eat shit and DIE... | |
| Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret | |
| Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert air | |
| Lay flat under the limelight, and feed off all the fiction | |
| Cold callous and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands | |
| Kiss your son | |
| (Come kiss your son) | |
| Now kiss your Bible | |
| (Kiss your Bible) | |
| No one ever wanted to see your screams | |
| Oh I just won't believe it... | |
| Swallow a little of that sea | |
| Now taste a little bit of that salt in me | |
| Throw up a little of it on your knees | |
| Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning | |
| Before you poured | |
| Your elements away? (away) | |
| Now sink back to the bottom of it all | |
| You're sinking | |
| You're sinking... | |
| Swallow a little of that sea | |
| Now taste a little bit of that salt in me | |
| Throw up a little of it on your knees | |
| Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning... | |
| (bring you back to the beginning) | |
| Before you poured | |
| Your elements away? (away) | |
| Now sink back to the bottom of it all...! | |
| (Swallow a little of that sea) | |
| (Throw up a little of it on your knees) | |
| (Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning) | |
| (Back to the beginning...) | |
| Before you poured | |
| Your elements away | |
| Now sink back to the bottom of it all... |