I found a small red boy inside my tummy With 3 dollars in change and a Milky Way Lite In my occasional pursuit to find something more meaningful Than yet another word that rhymes with die

I used to be a Spiderman I used to be a cowboy from Hell But not anymore Now I'm just a clam And I live inside a shell Inside the shell I am Goddamn, I hate my brain I hate my brain, I hate my brain

And your manic depression It comes and it goes Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts And you're in fight or flight mode

My body is a bezoar Big ball, blood, teeth, and hair I give just like I take I eat whats on my plate My body is a bolus Floating in my lover's stomach I won't evaporate It's better for my brain

Who fuckin' gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song Cause they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs If you ask me, I think they're just a waste of time

The flask is an alcoholic's paintbrush The flask is an alcoholic's toothbrush I need to go throw up now I want to be the queen of all the belly rubs now

And no more doubt, no more nitpick No more hurt feelings, no more resentment No more dwelling, no more hand wringing No more living fear of the world, no more fixating No more crazy making, no more crazy making

Everything makes me bleed The sparkle won't shine if you don't feed it light Balls deep in reality I spend all my time getting strung out on life

Just happy times and half-assed rhymes and mimes Because mimes are dears But most of all I want no more tears

We're all gonna die; This is true It's true for me and it's true for you But we could live a little longer if we put our minds to it

And I'd like to be A big ball of meat That bees can buzz around and eat when I die So that I might be granted one sense of purpose

There is a pill I've been meaning to swallow And it's shaped like a record That I'd love to borrow And covered in shit I've been meaning to wallow in I don't know where I'll be tomorrow

Blood, Hatred, Money, and Rage That's the food that I eat That's the juice-box I crave

I'm afraid of the way that I live my life I'm afraid of the way I don't I'm afraid of the things that I wanna do but I won't I'm afraid of God I'm afraid to believe And I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I made leave I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore

And people are my religion, because I believe in them And people are my enemies, and people are my friends I have faith in my fellow man And I only hope that he has faith in me

Stabbed in the face, that’s all the rage Hit with a hammer, hammer-smashed face Dodging rocks and bottles, trapped in a cage When something stabs you, you gotta get more blood

I saw beauty. Spat in it's eye I saw the light, and all it saw was my phlegm I witnessed greatness. I kicked its teeth in More teeth sprouted, just like the skull of a child

I've got a rotten apple core feeling Dying like a living ghost Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound Thinking of you the most

Show me your fangs Show me your claws Break all my bones Break all my laws Show me your darkest heart So that I may rest in peace

And it's harder to be yourself Than it is to be anybody else I wish that I were someone closer to you