Tage WVB - Chopping up Intestines Lyrics

Counting hours by the secondAnyone surprised that there not even dead yetChopping up IntestinesStranded on the desert sand, thoughts echo endlessDrinking bleach with porky pigStealing candy from the little kidsHairs on my arms standing straight upWanna swim but my pools all chained upLet’s go back inside, it’s raining cats and dogsYour eyes are tearing up, go put your glasses onStop yelling, there’s no need to be that alarmedThey watch me like cameras, I think they see through wallsMommy, there’s a monster under the bedHe had six arms and three eyes and he shot himself deadMommy, there’s a clown in the closetHe’s holding a rifle please somebody stop himMy legs are on fireHate my life, don’t got no desiresJust pressure and bullshit raping my brain’s cartridgeStresses pull me apart, tear arms out of socketsCounting hours by the secondAnyone surprised that there not even dead yetChopping up IntestinesStranded on the desert sand, thoughts echo endless