Across your face, I see what you are
You wanna kill the sun, blot out the stars
I know you you're nothing, You're so small
You're [bad word] nothing, nothing at all
The sun burns on, it reminds me of you
The slit wrists of the sky, bleeding into the blue

We twist beneath forever
But do you know what you've done?
Ants in the afterbirth
We're slugs under the sun

I could not wake the dead man dreaming, here
Acid party, murder at the late show
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior
I could not kill the dead man screaming
Eat my dead [bad word] Eat my dead [bad word] 
I have fallen deep in love with the sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife
Leaves will fall as everything must follow
Kill your [bad word] on jump into the void
Eat my cold [bad word] 
Everybody whispers where birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies
Bloody, [bad word] through fields of dead daisies

How can I ever make you know what you've done?
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun
I have fallen in love with the sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife