Blisshead - ...Be Horrified Lyrics

I cannot erase this
Don't garnish my wages
Just cut off my limbs
I'll pay you in skin

The sun feeds me nothing but cancer

What ever the cost is
Its not worth your profits
Ill pay you in sin
Catharsis within

I keep peeling your paint
But still no answer

Pull back your eyelids
And cast a holy spell
Plagues to sell
Stories locusts tell

I cannot erase this
Don't garnish my wages
Just cut off my limbs
I'll pay you in skin

Those who've seen to much have been to much

They make the rules now
Demanding that you fall
Big brother has your back
Up against the wall

There's nothing to fear here
We'll provide the lunch

They'll find a loop-hole
To drag you to hell
Ring the bell
Lets get dragged to hell

We all sing this morning
There's a sickness in this town
I can smell a bible
There's a sickness going around

Cut off my limbs