I cannot erase this
Don't garnish my wages
Just cut off my limbs
I'll pay you in skin
The sun feeds me nothing but cancer
What ever the cost is
Its not worth your profits
Ill pay you in sin
Catharsis within
I keep peeling your paint
But still no answer
Pull back your eyelids
And cast a holy spell
Plagues to sell
Stories locusts tell
I cannot erase this
Don't garnish my wages
Just cut off my limbs
I'll pay you in skin
Those who've seen to much have been to much
They make the rules now
Demanding that you fall
Big brother has your back
Up against the wall
There's nothing to fear here
We'll provide the lunch
They'll find a loop-hole
To drag you to hell
Ring the bell
Lets get dragged to hell
We all sing this morning
There's a sickness in this town
I can smell a bible
There's a sickness going around
Cut off my limbs