I am allergic to my own tongue
Licking my wounds, end up in tears
I sweep my teeth in yellow spit
Rotting Christ before my eyes
In the mouth of the priest
Revenge for those who died
So what if I am fuckin' insane?
I'll fucking kill you anyway
My very heart blows
Out of my fucking chest
And the beams go wild
Against the brown, brown wall
I hope they give me
A grave with a view