How the mind does shout for rest
  When the bodies shaken, yeah
  Oh the tightness in my chest
  Still your leaves I'm raking
    Lord is this a test
  Was it fun creating, yeah?
  My god's a little sick
  And he wants me crazy
    Who
  Are you
  Who can say
  It's ok to live through me?
    Live to be
  Part of me
  You're a wrinkled magazine
  Yeah
    Was it something that I said?
  Was it how they're breaking, yeah
  I'm so selfish, paying your rent
  While your blood I'm taking
    You
  Spend me
  Like a tree
  Dirty dollar bills for leaves
  Dark in a sea
  Of my seeds
  And the tears on which you feed
    You feed
    The body is a temple
  A dormant alter
  To where infantile men lie around
  Itching and nibbling
  For a small piece of sanity
  Of which you can not give
    Shit!
    Individuality
  Buying pennies with my soul
  And a little Heaven spent
  While the Hell I'm taking
    Thieves
  Parasites
  Hide from life
  You know they'll remember me
    They are abhored
  In self-worth
  All that matters much to me