Insecthead - Dismantled

My stomach’s on backwards

And my blood’s turned to powder

Can you help me out?

(Oh, God)

My skull is changing shape

And when I look in the mirror

All I see is an insecthead (Oh, God)

They’re in the ceiling tiles

This whole god damned place is bugged

Gonna find these motherfuckers (Oh, God)

I’m outside your front door

And if your shit is unlocked

I’m gonna come inside, come inside

I want your blood on my teeth

Your dirt on my face

Smear all the walls with your best pose yet

I want your blood on my teeth

Your dirt on my face

Smear all the walls with your best pose yet

I think I’m gonna

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Can you help me?

Can you help me out…

(Oh, God)

I’m running through the forest

With your skin in the wind

Like the flags on Independence Day (Oh, God)

It’s getting darker and deeper

The only light that guides me

Are the flashbacks of you on your knees (Oh, God)

When are you gonna put a bullet in my head?

I know they all can’t wait

To have my head on a silver plate (Oh, God)

Can’t you see that I’m laughing?

This life is one sick joke

And we all hang from the highest branches

Blood on my teeth

Your dirt on my face

Smear all the walls with your best pose yet

I want your blood on my teeth

Your dirt on my face

Smear all the walls with your best pose yet

I think I’m gonna

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Fuck my way out of this mess

Can you help me?

Can you help me out…