bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code My feet slipping on this twisted road Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions Or the extent of his conviction I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction And digest fiction for culture I'm force fed, behold the monster My head and it connected by bulb Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out You can see it, how I tripped and fell down And picked myself up, turned myself round From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled I choke on lead, until my spit's red When I step outside to get a quick breath Of fresh death, now there's no air left And fifty percent of us couldn't care less I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous Light like tearing the film out your cameras I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid Keep burning as I work towards another classic Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket In this cold world you're naked and unattractive And your tactics are underhanded I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.