There’s a riot in my house 
 Chaos is blossoming  [bad word] and hide little mouse 
 Go on and get yourself together 
 When burn outs by the score 
 [bad word] out in metal cages 
 See technicolor pour 
 From every laceration 
 I realize that i’m [bad word] down with you 
 Angels fill my room 
 With what i’ve scant belief in 
 When death’s metal broom  [bad word] sweeping through the evening 
 Get up off the floor 
 There’s hot smoking radiation 
 From window to the door 
 In ultra violent hesitation 
 I realize that i’m [bad word] down with you 
 Battle lines appear 
 Within the broken mirrors 
 Yet the dogs have no fear 
 Fighting in the dark grey shadows 
 Hear the coughing sound 
 Mama bring my medication 
 No harmony is found 
 While performing levitation 
 I realize that i’m [bad word] down with you 
 There’s a riot in my house 
 Chaos is blossoming  [bad word] and hide little mouse 
 Go on and get yourself together 
 From window to the door 
 There’s cold choking strangulation 
 See technicolor pour 
 From every amputation 
 And realize that i’m [bad word] down with you