Cut the back, pull the stuffing. Cut the girl down to nothing. Feed the boy. ... Disinfect the house. Disinherit. x3 And it's creeping up, I spy it. And it's crushing at my throat And it's seizing my tongue and I'm numb. And it's bleeding on my face And it's foaming at the mouth And it's gnawing on my bones... And he's rolling up his sleeve And he feeds me And he's memorizing me And he's making his mark And he's making his mark Stop the car. Still the engine. Save your best until now. Dig your nails in.