I stay dead by all the casualties
I stay sick by the nurse in me

Your bred into two lines
Not in straight rows of kite lines
Finding your life line
Spread 6 into 9
Magnetic pipelines
Fill old dried up pork rinds
Until your mouth does dry
Right into 9

I stay dumb by all the drugs in me
I spend the rest 6 to 9 lives in me.

Sunrise calls you all threw the night
You better run, better run, run.
Sunrise calls you all threw the night
You better run

My tongue will stain both your eyes
And rip open your mouth to sing.