Drowning yourself in a sea of dysentery
And animals dead on their backs
You hurry to switchblade the maker of paper
With stitches that wind down her hat

Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind

This is Satan's song
You must sing along
This is Satan's song
You must sing along

In your shoes and the mistake of martians
That buzz in my brain like a seed
And a leech on the index of a holy subject
Will algebra bite till it bleeds

Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind

This is Satan's song
You must sing along
This is Satan's song
You must sing along