Texty:
V Shape Mind Cul De Sac

Never quite understanding, Never quit comprehending, I feel the same for you and all those fuked up things you do, I fell the same for you I'm inspired

What about all the things that's come over me, Thinking 'bout some atrocities, What about all that blatant stupidity flowing over, Sickness mauling,

[feat. Chud of Mudvayne] Is nothing sacred in those parasitic ways, Perhaps its just another to make you feel like you belong, I satnd accused of all

Your energy, save it to throw mw down the stairs again, Numeral three phobia, skim the cream, stop bleedingon everything. Totally different head seems

Build it up to just break it all down and see what's left, Swinging at the fence, wonder which sand it will land on. Scratching the surface below, peel

Soak it up like the sponge I am, Wring it over my face and hands, all over, Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate, Those those things