Get yourself a razor blade

Get yourself a video

Drown your thoughts with J.B.

Masquerade your misery



No need to hide your attitude

No ones here to listen

Scrambled thoughts, now scrambled eggs

Your nostrils caked and gustened



Floating in your cosmic sewer

Of love, peace and horse manure

You decide to hitch a ride with

Captain Kaos on pesticide

Fill your head with empty thoughts

Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons

Stoke the furnance, the flame glows brighter

Laughing as your face grows whiter



No need to hide your solitude

When no one ever listens

Building your own arsenal

Of hatred and misgivings



You're fucking damaged