You'd do well to destroy your mind
Spare the gory details
Give them gift wrapped for the man with everything
Though I lived a lonely life
I was confused
butcher
I feel nothing

As it crosses up arms in position of the worms
Up, up through my heart and to my brain

I'm a big slab of [bad word] cut
Out chop
Liver on the block

My heart's still pumpin'
My heart's still pumpin'

He's a worrier
worrier
Here is a little [bad [bad word] outta [bad word] outta him