Wind me, I'm about to burst head first
Through the front seat of your hearse
Let the demons sing their verse, and show us your worst
I have a strong will, just weak hands
And I don't know what to do with, either one of them
Cause only in a world upside down can a thief be an honest man
I felt as if I was trepanned by your sour thoughts and your taste
Of how all I can think about is my adolescent grace
I have a strong will, just weak hands
And I don't know what to do with, either one of them
Wind me, I'm about to burst head first
Through the front seat of your hearse
Let the demons sing their verse, and show us your worst