You like to have things to keep on your shelf
Some kind of macabre mimento of places that you could control
You pull them down when you need a crutch
And when they are no longer usefull they are promptly put away

You like to blame all of your faults on Daddy didn't love you
He never showered you with praise
Numbing yourself in your endless search to fill potential spaces
Until you feel nothing at all

It's only DNA running down your leg
No consequence to face
It's only DNA

And will you find another truckstop romeo looking for pieces?
Who will stand by you until the ice wears thin?
I hope you die lonely and afraid, cunt

And if the freak hunt and the chemical thighs
Leave you holding souvenirs that shit and keep you up at night
Don't be alarmed when you reach to your shelf
To see you only find there the broken remnaints of us