To make a big decision, a big incision
is needed in your head, oh
it's only an expression of indigestion
while I'm curled up in my bed,
Tell me my body's see-thru,
my heart beats, I know before you do
She's a cannibal,
she'll pick your brain for you,
can't hardly handle her,
try to put yourself back in two
The last line's a derision, a sad revision,
of things locked up with you,
it's only in regression in slight congestion
that you're dying just to chew
Tell me my body's see-thru,
my heart beats, I know before you do
She's a cannibal,
she'll pick your brain for you,
can't hardly handle her,
try to put yourself back in two
Night after night without light,
limbs offered in part sacrifice,
lie just to lie in her rite,
we're dying to keep this alive
Written by: 85% John, 15% Joe
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