Bad Blood

What is left to forget here that doesn't exceed repression?

What's the use of acquiring things when they only give birth to obsession?

This is the plan after last plan after last plan

Heavy losses of the Fall of Man

I'm the self-effacing cannibal run out of bread

My stomach's upset and my sleep is dead

I can't shut myself up anymore

My teeth are ground down to the gums

And I'm afraid yours truly's incompatible with me

BAD BLOOD UNDER MY THUMBS

Take me up the creek

Dogs chatter up my barked leg

I can deal with the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I don't like

Take me up the creek

Take me up the creep

This hike is going neither up nor down

Paradimbo's bigger than everything

I can hear the pro decoies siren call on merit ramps

Will make me cover sorted seconds with their censor stamps

There's a green horned ungulate out for my soul

More than ready to kill to reach his goal