I'm just a bug in the wall like an electrical storm
I'll surge 'til I blow out your circuits, if that's the price to pay
Paint me green and remember my misery
I'm living on that cemetery schedule
I been up all night writing obituaries
Hands like a devil, speaking in riddles
Pen cracks and leaks ink all over the table
I'm in between two wrongs, a head-tilting scene
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow
I did my best - now it's your turn to rot, and it's my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out, the mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid
Here's your chance to let me know your virtues
Anyway, you'll soon join my recipe for pain
Well, one of many
Hey, listen how the music serves to calm me down
While you're coming 'round
You were so goddamned cunning
But I caught you out, so I'll gut you now
I look at myself, and look at my pain
A weapon that's not meant to stay
A weapon that's not meant to stay
It gets in the way
I look at myself and look at my pain
I look at my pain - it gets in the way
But I'm just a bug in the wall - like an electrical storm
I'll surge 'til I blow out your circuits, if that's the price to pay
Paint me green and remember my misery
I'm in between two wrongs, a head-tilting scene
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow (carved up and stabbing with)
Yeah, gimme two more years
I'll get the ticket for your one-way ride to wayside's resign
You're a posh guy whose dreams'll be personified
Live it wild while you're vilified, defiled, and unwinding
It feels just like Christmas
You're ribboned and wrapped for the press
I wonder what they'll say next
Last time, I guess they didn't care much for the razor blades
But I'm an adaptable kinda guy
Ribboned and wrapped like a gift, dressed up all spiff
If I were a betting man, I'd say you'll be the next big hit
Shit, they might want a refill
And I wasn't prepared to write a sequel
It's just like Christmas Day
You're ribboned and wrapped for display
Stuffed in the sleigh 'til somebody comes along
And tries to open this present
Imagine what it'll feel like unraveling
Such a perfectly wrapped package
Only to feast their eyes upon you
Last chance to let me know your virtues
Anyways, you'll soon join my recipe for pain
Well, one of many
Last chance to let me know your virtues
Anyways, you'll soon join my recipe for pain
Well, one of many
I did my best - now it's your turn to rot, and it's my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out, the mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid
Let's see what's underneath
Underneath!
