You like to have things to keep on your shelf Some kind of macabre mimento of places that you could control You pull them down when you need a crutch And when they are no longer usefull they are promptly put away You like to blame all of your faults on Daddy didn't love you He never showered you with praise Numbing yourself in your endless search to fill potential spaces Until you feel nothing at all It's only DNA running down your leg No consequence to face It's only DNA And will you find another truckstop romeo looking for pieces? Who will stand by you until the ice wears thin? I hope you die lonely and afraid, c*nt And if the freak hunt and the chemical thighs Leave you holding souvenirs that sh** and keep you up at night Don't be alarmed when you reach to your shelf To see you only find there the broken remnaints of us