I saw the plan.
To find out this is what made us.
War-breed mutants who'll detach us.
You come to me.
At this place of rest you distress me.
In my casket of pastel security.
Make yourself at home.
Try to hide.
Your poly-green fistFuck porno ideals.
Cut your way,
Through my reptilian mind games.
With all your words of pointless dependency.
Ill let you boil.
To sum it up in a fashion to you.
All the while,
You'll only do what I tell you too.
Try to keep your distance.
Its always better to bury the carcass.
Washaway all your precious novelties.
And if you change your mind,
I will still have you.
And if you run and hide,
I can still hunt you.
I can still hurt you.
I will still pelt you.
Washaway all your Fucked-up novelties.
Lyrics by Erin Knowles
© Soda Ash 1998
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