Recorded Inside a Pyramid

I wear my sickness like a, 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 And if you could And if you could see me now... I have all the makings of a despicable man, all the qualifications of your best friends. If this wasn't in my way I'd cover there and show you what's makes a man making a man 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 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