Let the dead rot where they fall
You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl

So loathsome
So loathsome down inside

My heartstrings
They ain't yours to pull

Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull
So loathsome
So loathsome down inside

I feel so loathsome down inside

Rancid junk-thought
Elephantitus of the mind
Rancid junk-thought
Elephantitus of the mind

This is my
Escape art
Exhibition
This is my
Escape art
Exhibition
Escape art
Exhibition
Escape art
Exhibition
And I'm never coming back