作词 : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
Nose on the floor, still suckin' the silt | |
Seven car brainwreck skewered with guilt | |
I'm up to my throat tho' I'm standin' on stilts | |
The spirit is wilting and the flesh is on the tilt | |
The strain is showing as the veins pop outta the side of the head | |
They burst, bloodying the pristine driven snow | |
Dribbling in burning tributaries all the way down to San Antone | |
Next stop your primal prognosis | |
And you're prostrate prone | |
The waste of humanity and my times past permeate, nay, clog the air | |
Cling to my clothes and cloud my vision | |
Decay my inner ear | |
Every wasted word and useless moment crowds around | |
To remind you of your own futility | |
Remind you of your lack of mobility | |
Soundwaves clog the eyes and air in retribution for their misuse | |
They never dissapate - they just go to hell to regroup | |
It ain't the heat, it's the taint of humanity | |
It ain't my humility, it's the man in me | |
And it be screamin' | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Say a prayer... say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Sideburn and napalm aftershave headache | |
Fleshpowder dust and pryin' dry skinflakes offa the scalp | |
With the business end of a crowbar | |
Went clean thru to the brain | |
Wet right thru and pruny | |
Right thru the pituitary | |
Scales of my skin float thru the air like motes of dust | |
They clog your nostrils when you breathe | |
I scrape them outta ma nose with an icepick | |
I don't find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Get out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this c-c-c-cavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
It all comes crowdin' back at you | |
And man it's ugly | |
No wonder you write escape clauses on the heads of needles | |
Carry monkeys and chase them dragons | |
And dig five hundred foot tunnels with a spoon | |
I don't find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Git out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this c-c-c-cavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see infinity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer |
zuo ci : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
Nose on the floor, still suckin' the silt | |
Seven car brainwreck skewered with guilt | |
I' m up to my throat tho' I' m standin' on stilts | |
The spirit is wilting and the flesh is on the tilt | |
The strain is showing as the veins pop outta the side of the head | |
They burst, bloodying the pristine driven snow | |
Dribbling in burning tributaries all the way down to San Antone | |
Next stop your primal prognosis | |
And you' re prostrate prone | |
The waste of humanity and my times past permeate, nay, clog the air | |
Cling to my clothes and cloud my vision | |
Decay my inner ear | |
Every wasted word and useless moment crowds around | |
To remind you of your own futility | |
Remind you of your lack of mobility | |
Soundwaves clog the eyes and air in retribution for their misuse | |
They never dissapate they just go to hell to regroup | |
It ain' t the heat, it' s the taint of humanity | |
It ain' t my humility, it' s the man in me | |
And it be screamin' | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Say a prayer... say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Sideburn and napalm aftershave headache | |
Fleshpowder dust and pryin' dry skinflakes offa the scalp | |
With the business end of a crowbar | |
Went clean thru to the brain | |
Wet right thru and pruny | |
Right thru the pituitary | |
Scales of my skin float thru the air like motes of dust | |
They clog your nostrils when you breathe | |
I scrape them outta ma nose with an icepick | |
I don' t find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Get out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this ccccavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
It all comes crowdin' back at you | |
And man it' s ugly | |
No wonder you write escape clauses on the heads of needles | |
Carry monkeys and chase them dragons | |
And dig five hundred foot tunnels with a spoon | |
I don' t find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Git out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this ccccavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see infinity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer |
zuò cí : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
Nose on the floor, still suckin' the silt | |
Seven car brainwreck skewered with guilt | |
I' m up to my throat tho' I' m standin' on stilts | |
The spirit is wilting and the flesh is on the tilt | |
The strain is showing as the veins pop outta the side of the head | |
They burst, bloodying the pristine driven snow | |
Dribbling in burning tributaries all the way down to San Antone | |
Next stop your primal prognosis | |
And you' re prostrate prone | |
The waste of humanity and my times past permeate, nay, clog the air | |
Cling to my clothes and cloud my vision | |
Decay my inner ear | |
Every wasted word and useless moment crowds around | |
To remind you of your own futility | |
Remind you of your lack of mobility | |
Soundwaves clog the eyes and air in retribution for their misuse | |
They never dissapate they just go to hell to regroup | |
It ain' t the heat, it' s the taint of humanity | |
It ain' t my humility, it' s the man in me | |
And it be screamin' | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I want out | |
Get out | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Say a prayer... say a prayer | |
Say a prayer for my death | |
Sideburn and napalm aftershave headache | |
Fleshpowder dust and pryin' dry skinflakes offa the scalp | |
With the business end of a crowbar | |
Went clean thru to the brain | |
Wet right thru and pruny | |
Right thru the pituitary | |
Scales of my skin float thru the air like motes of dust | |
They clog your nostrils when you breathe | |
I scrape them outta ma nose with an icepick | |
I don' t find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Get out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this ccccavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
It all comes crowdin' back at you | |
And man it' s ugly | |
No wonder you write escape clauses on the heads of needles | |
Carry monkeys and chase them dragons | |
And dig five hundred foot tunnels with a spoon | |
I don' t find it necessary | |
To take responsibility | |
Bullshit is obligatory | |
Daily life is dysentery | |
Escape this earthly Alcatraz | |
Git out of this penitentiary | |
Crawl out of this century | |
Crack this ccccavity | |
I could see eternity | |
I could see infinity | |
I could see eternity | |
I need | |
Release | |
Say a prayer |