Intersection

Lately I was choking on my own spit
My worst enemy, drive myself to fits
And I know it's a waste of time
But I lie awake thinking about the slime that's out to get me
Thinking about the slime that's out to get me
I can't see the woods through the trees
The Illuminati keep me safe in my sleep
I'm a good citizen
I'm only dreaming of sheep
I'm only dreaming of sheep
Decapitated sheep

Diseased heart hanging out of your chest
Swinging from your rib cage
Oozing along vessels and arteries
Fatty lungs creaming down the length of your spine
A bleeding bloody mess on the floor
All self-inflicted
All self-inflicted of course

Take me laboratory whore
Sculpt art out of my lumps of flesh
The only time he felt alive was when the smoke filled his lungs
Chest tightened and squealed
Then gently exhaled into the night
Into the night
Into the night
Into the night

One day fate will hit me in the face
And in my bloody disgrace
A ten ton weight will lift from my shoulders
And take the hate out of me
And the disgust out of you
And in the wake of divine intervention
I'll be the late great hero I never was
Never was

Being careful to avoid anyone's eyes of course
Laboratory whore, my shriveled organs will remind you
That i didn't give a fuck
Rebel without a cause?
Rebel without a cause?
Of course
Of course

One day fate will hit me in the face
And in my bloody disgrace
A ten ton weight will lift from my shoulders
And take the hate out of me
And the disgust out of you
And in the wake of divine intervention
I'll be the late great hero I never was
Never was