I could lift the seas you see
To drown us and our sycophantic company
I could raise the dead and I did
But now I'm stuck here with their boring stories
So i'll take my heart
And I'll wring it out
Like trans-mastication
Or dry masturbation
I am chafing off this slough of old abuses
I wish that I had more to say with all these muses
It seems that righteous fury and gory imagery
Don't turn you on
But violence was just how I was raised
And that's not gonna change
I don't think I would change anyway
I feel my left arm fade away into the white noise
I feel my left arm fade away into the white noise
I felt my left arm fade away into the white noise
I felt my left arm fade away into the white noise
Like righteous fury and gory imagery
Don't turn you on
Well violence was just how I was raised
And that's not gonna change
Until the highways that I used to drive
Are marked with crosses and names
I heard you singing
Paris is burning
And when I checked the news
I saw Notre Dame was burning
How the fuck did you do that?