[Cage]
I started getting juicy when I saw what it does
Nevermind my tunnel vision and skin crawling with bugs
My pores start to hyperventilate, hypes of my mental state
Go psychedelic out of my skeleton to celebrate
This hell is great, rapidly tweaking to corpse with me
Then stumble the bundle, into the freezer like Walt Disney
Drain the liquid from me then stick my earths tummy
When I'm reborn you can't take shit from me

[Hook x2]
Because dead..
Because dead..
Because dead get to shine all night long..

[Tame One]
Unusual part of a funeral marks the musical dark
Moodkiller got full peaked body-bags of leak with smells reeking through
Zippers
Morticians prescription strength, soaking peoples tuxedos to the bone
There's no place like a funeral home..
My newports get mummified corpses dripping from orifices
This is like diarrhea after the rigor mortis
Both lungs is sponges, with fluid like oil changing the Buick
Drowning but you still hearing that background music
A scene with the girl from The Ring
Raise hell at new well, fuck who you call
Sprinkle black magic like Voodoo dolls
Night of the living leak heads, dipping pot in the cooking pot
I'm running off with Chris Thomas's watch
You can mourn the gone but what pump through my arms in the morgue
I can afford to purchase more and then smoke and then record

[Hook x2]

[Cage]
My girlfriend walked in on me hacking my arm up
From my wrist to my pecks, needless to say she's my ex
With no excuse for my behavior, the razor's my acting agent
You say it's a cry for help, I say it's more like practice, ain't it?
All of my heroes been dead since I was two-zero
Instead of be in the fam my shrine's a mirror of meds
Cigarette sizzling, smoking till my flesh wear diligence
Like long range missiles into Iraqi villages
Shotguns are the most accessible tickets to Hades, kids
Rather be dead than the guy who raps about how great he is
One last fuck, cigarette and sip on my lager
Then I'm gonna burn in hell with Kurt, BIG and my father

[Hook x4]