| Necktie cut the blood 'til my head’s dry |
| Wrapped my mouth round a lead pipe |
| Next time, kick the chair to the bedside |
| Let the pleasure be all mine |
| Invertebrate |
| A waste of space |
| And shame-filled face |
| I can’t breathe |
| Dark fantasies |
| All trapped in me Scum of the earth |
| Filth-feeding worm |
| S-s-s-stutter when I’m talking |
| Mother would’ve lost it Another mutter could’ve blown my cover so my maw’s fixed |
| Lusting and stalking |
| Following the urge with remorse in my pocket |
| I said I stutter when I’m talking |
| Mother would’ve lost it Another mutter could’ve blown my cover so my maw’s fixed |
| Cut up the raw skin |
| Oddly aroused |
| Got a gutter for a conscience |
| A sinister thirst for hurt |
| Hides my psyche in a hearse |
| No one else will see it |
| 'Til in time I lie beneath the dirt |
| Strangle me Lame, dangling feet |
| Hanged to sleep |
| Spinning around and around |
| Spinning around and around |
| Necktie cut the blood 'til my head’s dry |
| Wrapped my mouth round a lead pipe |
| Next time, kick the chair to the bedside |
| Let the pleasure be all mine |
| Invertebrate |
| A waste of space |
| And shame-filled face |
| I can’t breathe |
| Dark fantasies |
| All trapped in me Scum of the earth |
| Filth-feeding worm |
| Engulfed in this sadistic vision |
| It’s my addiction |
| My perverted contradiction |
| A sinister thirst for hurt |
| Hides my psyche in a hearse |
| No one else will see it |
| 'Til in time I lie beneath the dirt |
| Guess this is what my life is worth |
| Strangle me Lame, dangling feet |
| Hanged to sleep |
| Spinning around and around |
| Spinning around and around |