we scrape resin of our conciousness
we wipe the bile from our souls
we sink our teeth into our brother's flesh
before we live, we die alone
so far from home
we die alone
the sun is black and we are bleeding
we ask forgivness just before we die
the animal is loose and we are feeding
never wondering where it all went wrong or why
and we sing this song
as we hit the bong
you'd better run for your life
mommy's got a knife
she's coming to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight
you'll never escape her you'll meet your maker
if you can shake her you might just be alright
tonight
we mutilate ourselves as we lay screaming
we wish that we could die just one more time
our faces diappear in the mirror
we say that we'll get it right next time
our flesh reveals the bone
we are far too stoned
they drive in the nails in our coffins
lay us to rest cover our eyes
they cover us with dirt and stone incriptions
they weep for us and whisper their goodbyes
and they sing our song
as they hit the bong
we rise from the grave
no one is safe
every boy and girl we wipe the world
make all of humanity our slave
