Lyrics:
Beauty will destroy your mindSpare the gory detailsGive them gift wrapFor the man with everythingThough I lived a lonely lifeI was confusedI'm butcherI Feel nothingAs it courses up my armsThe position of the wormsUp, up, through my heartInto my brainArm a bit slack, a basic combination Cut out chopped liver on the block My heart's still pumpingMy heart's still pumpingHe's a worrier, worrierHe's a little bitch coming out of himHe's a worrier, worrierHe's a little bitch coming out of himComing out of him