Wendrid

I'm just a bug in the wall

Like an electrical storm

I'll surge till 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 till 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

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

Till 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

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