Wake - upon the desert set, I take a look around
Shoot - ing galleries in sight, I watch 'em burning down
Lie - sunbathing, dripping semen in the burning sun
Smile - absorbing human hatred as my sunblock runs
Crawl - my way across the wasteland, over rocks and shoots
Gaze - upon the stigma trees, low-hanging stigma fruit
Sense - the others' pity-fishing, tossing me a bone
Sneer - the mask I hide behind myself and grind alone...

Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Failure ends in freedom, yeah, it's kinda cute
So why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?

See - the bright mirage of needles bearing hot shot hits
Call - an ambulance while I indulge a screaming fit
Sex - a dirty cartoon loop a-playing in my head
Shame - a higher torture formed to wish that I was dead
Hell - it's just a state of mind but not too far away
Twist - your heart around these words and what I want to say
Squirm - at images of kinks, a-make me blow my load
Purge - the pain that dwells inside or I might just explode...

Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Failure ends in freedom, yeah, it's kinda cute
But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?
And in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
With a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Freedom ends in failure, yeah, it's kinda cute
But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?