“If you cut off my head, what would I say? Me and my…me and my head or me and my body?”

Torment 
The stench 
One side, inside 
No doubt, lost count [bad word] Half red eyes
Decide, which side, whose side 
You're in the middle of the fire
scythe, a smock is sharp, so sharp 

No conscience 
Such confidence 
crooked ear 
So insincere 
glue on smile 
Your social style  [bad word] is such a fool 

Superior good advice
It's so nice from you 
Arguments so hideous 
They're heaven sent 
You can't repent
Words like ice 
Cut the lies
Announce, announce my demise
Oh, christ, christ why’d you die?

“What would, what would my head call itself?”

No conscience 
Such confidence 
The crooked ear 
So insincere 
The glue on smile 
The social style 
Your [bad word] is such a fool 

“Take out.., take, take, take out my stomach, my kidneys…assuming that were possible, would I say me and my intestines?”

No conscience 
Such confidence 
Your crooked ear 
You’re so insincere 
The glue on smile 
Your social style 
Your tyrant, [bad word]  you’re nobody’s fool 

Superior good advice 
Blood red and arguments 
Heaven sent torment my stench
Putrefy, putrefy 
Wise, so wise, you're not so wise
Shadow, shadow, shadow, why?

No conscience 
Such confidence 
Your crooked ear 
You’re insincere 
The glue on smile 
The social style 
The tyrant [bad word] is such a fool