| I don't want to talk | |
| I roll my red eyes back | |
| Closed and latched | |
| Still you watch | |
| Sweep from left to right | |
| Frame six hundred nine | |
| It never lies | |
| Like some electric eye | |
| Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes | |
| Iodine night sky, diagnose this time | |
| Sickness or a crime? | |
| Profane something fine, so you define | |
| Say it like you mean it, boy | |
| Shut your mouth until you can | |
| Ten times, ten times fast | |
| Dye infection black | |
| A note pinned on your back | |
| Painfully exact | |
| Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes | |
| Iodine night sky, diagnose this time | |
| Now pathologize | |
| Sickness or a crime as you define | |
| Say it like you mean it, boy | |
| Shut your mouth until you can | |
| Ten times, ten times | |
| Say it like you mean it, boy | |
| Shut your mouth until you can | |
| Say it like you mean it, boy | |
| Shut your mouth until you can | |
| Ten times, ten times fast |