| This is the way I am | |
| This is the way I should not be | |
| Smothered in grief that won't back down | |
| This is a song I wrote | |
| About the stuff I hate the most | |
| Oh what a mess in living color | |
| This is the sight | |
| This is the sound | |
| I was too curious | |
| This is the mouth | |
| And yes the very thing | |
| I told you | |
| This is the mouth that swallowed me whole | |
| I warned you | |
| This is the danger of our Mother Nature | |
| This isn't how I feel | |
| This may be just a rough idea | |
| Buried in red and black and in brown | |
| This is the sight | |
| This is the sound | |
| Oh look what's coming in | |
| Yeah look what's coming now | |
| The very thing | |
| I told you | |
| This is the mouth that swallowed me whole | |
| Well I warned you | |
| This is the danger of our Mother Nature | |
| This is the sound | |
| This is the mouth | |
| And yes the very thing | |
| I told you | |
| This is the mouth that swallowed me whole | |
| Well I warned you | |
| This is the danger of our Mother Nature | |
| This is the end... |