and you can't see yourself in the mirror anymore
and you're alone and green and cold as the sea
and if you go down I will follow you underground
and you can't close your eyes anymore
and you can't dream alone
just because you're fucked up doesn't mean it's ok
to stand around pulling down the roof with your hands (hoping nobody notices)
but if you guffaw, i will fill your mouth the sour taste
and you can't hear yourself anymore
and you can't sing alone
what makes you think i won't ridicule you?
what makes you think i'll avoid you?
what makes you think i'll steal your fingerprints?
what makes you think i will forget this?
what makes you think i won't hurt you?
what makes you think i won't cut you?
and you just plead for a dirty time
and bleed with confess like you seem depressed
and you need me, ohh
and if you guffaw i will fill your mouth with a sour taste
and if you rile i will beat you there on a higher plane
and if you go down i will bury you underground
