| I tell you that it’s real, 'cause I feel it deep down in me |
| It’s growing like a cancer, it’s growing like Rosemary’s baby |
| It’s got me actin' strange and it’s got me feelin' crazy |
| I can’t sleep or I’ll dream and that’s makes me scream |
| Like the scum that grows on stagnant water |
| Like the smell of roadkill as the street is getting hotter |
| I’m a rotter |
| When I stay still I get ill |
| One more day |
| I’m tellin' you that’s all I’ll stay |
| But I got my leg caught in a trap |
| And it’s keeping me from getting away |
| When I stay still I get ill |
| If I don’t rise, if I don’t fly out of the mine, I will expire |
| You can be sure |
| Thre’s just one cure |
| Limb, limb, giv in, give in, limbs give in |
| Why try, all lies, all lies, why try |
| Why try, limbs give in to all the lies |
| Limbs give in |
| I’m gettin' the hell outta here |
| Gonna hit the road so hard |
| That it goes and crumbleds all behind me |
| Leaving me no choice but to go far, far, far, far |
| Gatherin' rust, gatherin' dust, feeling so old, old, old |
| Growin' dump, growin' numb, feeling so cold, cold, cold |
| It’s time to go |
| Feelin' time creep by, makin' me slow, slow, slow |
| Gotta run, ain’t done growing' up |
| Maybe I’ll never stop |
| I’m turnin' on my heart |
| An I’m turnin' off my mind |
| Gonna catch the first ride goin' outta here, yeah |
| The very first thing that I find, find, find, find |
| I’ll hunt, I want what I don’t know, know, know |
| I’ll be all me from head to toe |
| It’s time to go |
| When you let things get past their prime, prime, prime |
| You get regret and waste time, time, time Precious time, what a crime |
| I’m saying goodbye, wasting no time living a lie |