That unforgiving pulse again
My sick pig-head companion
As much a rotten part of me
As forgotten twin or shadow?
fur bristles with the fever
His kickdrum pulses quicken
Him a specter. Me spectator.
I'm caught inside his tow
And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
between pearly jaws
God, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that Even Christ's communion
wine goes sour
O brother Id, you own me
O father Id, you're all I am
O reverend Id, please wipe
That endless toothy smirk away
Red letters on my eyelids
On every gristle, bone or cell
The one command for self
Presses me to obey
And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
between pearly jaws
God, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that Even Christ's communion
wine goes sour
And what am I to do?
God, what am I to say?
And what am I to do?
God, what am I to say?
And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
between pearly jaws
Oh, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that Even Christ's communion
wine goes sour

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