| I got something on my mind |
| It needs a stitch or two |
| It speaks your mind and knows all tricks |
| Needs a friend like you |
| Oh, farewell sweet dignity |
| It’s candy filth galore! |
| No one cares 'bout what you need as long as you want more |
| I got one right here for you |
| The shit your dreams are made of |
| Throws cheap lines and loves abuse |
| All your prayers just paid off |
| I got something for everyone |
| You’re not that hard to please |
| The more I dig inside your soul |
| The better I feel about me |
| Me |
| There’s no escape |
| You’ll breathe what I create |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| I got something in my hand |
| Smells like your addiction |
| All my puppets feed your habits |
| I just paint the pictures |
| I got something for everyone |
| Try on your strings today |
| I got something for everyone and you all got something for me |
| There’s no escape |
| You’ll breathe what I create |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Believe me |
| I must’ve had a heart |
| But somewhere along the way |
| I had to give it up |
| Believe me |
| I must’ve had a heart |
| But somewhere along the way |
| I had to give it up |
| Believe me |
| I must’ve had a heart |
| But somewhere along the way |
| I had to give it up |
| To play with you, you, you |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| Greed will shine and the thirst will grow |
| 'til your heads explode with your self-opinion |
| There’s no escape |
| You’ll breathe what I create |
| To play with you, you, you |