-The really unbelievable story of "The Twix Vulva"-
Left between the living
Surrounded by their hell
All the non-believers
So they try to tell
They listen to metatron
Who seems to speak loud
Like yellin through a metaphone
And unveiling brand new doubts
While the old ones got wiped out
Left between the living
Surrounded by their hell
All the non-believers
Something starts to fell
Cause it's hard to find a sense
In what he's talking 'bout
By dictating their weak hands
With a dirty silent shout
In a voice unclear and loud
Left between the living
Surrounded by their hell
All the non-believers
Frightened by their yell
Go! lie as there was no truth
And then you may find out
What is lying underneath
You may see there's nothin stout
When you go back to the sprout