Lyrics:
These are stains upon your genesYou play meFreshAnd newTwenty lashes in the drainCollectingSoapyResidueThe water in the sink, turns brownPower to be clear, swishing it aroundYouscrapeThe skinWith arazor bladenot the end it's supposed to bedisplay meboxedre-viewedall the tears in Tennesseefor the positiveloveror freakpassing with the speed of soundhours to be here buried in the groundsoon to touchthe assof god'sgusher