Recorded In A Pyramid के बोल

I wear my sickness like a wedding band I've been touching myself all day with a hammer and nail I'm the flat-footed-mule-faced-fucker the shit-bird-derelict-king I drew a portrait of how I think I'd look with my hands around my own throat If you could see me now... I have all the makings of a despicable man All the qualifications of your best friends "If that girl could see me now" Fingers like a bookmark reaching into my chest and saving that empty page If you could see me now... I am just a face connected to an appetite demanding self abuse I feed myself by the handful like your kids at a petting zoo