How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy

Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?

Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give

Shit!

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell I'm taking

Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me

They are abhored
In self-worth
All that matters much to me

• A Little Bitter
• Again
• Angry Chair
• Bleed The Freak
• Confusion
• Dam That River
• Died
• Dirt
• Down in a Hole
• Frogs
• Get Born Again
• God Am
• God Smack
• Grind
• Hate to Feel
• Head Creeps
• Heaven Beside You
• I Can't Have You Blues
• I Can't Remember
• I Stay Away
• It Ain't Like That
• Junkhead
• Killing Yourself
• Love, Hate, Love
• Man in The Box
• No Excuses
• Nutshell
• Over Now
• Queen of The Rodeo
• Rain when I Die
• Rooster
• Sea of Sorrow
• Sickman
• Social Parasite
• The Killer is Me
• Them Bones
• We Die Young
• What The Hell Have I?