Your face makes my insides crawl Across the floor Entrails and all Sliding through Blood and bile Far and wide For miles and miles Your existence is an epic epidemic Conjure dysfunction Levitating In bed with the devil Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you Your voice Like a dying animal s**ing in one last breath Before it expires The truth is No one wants you around The lord of the flies All buzzing about You're a plague all dressed in white A spinning head in the candlelight Unholy union Summoned and exorcised Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue
Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you Go in peace or prepare for war I'll shine my armor Words like bullets leave an ugly scar Tend to your wounds Shell shocked and grazed Love is a battlefield I'm lucky to be alive Because you're out of your mind Out of your mind Out of your mind Out of your mind Out of your mind Round and round we go Skull shattering, brainless ramblings like beans in a can Banging bones in migraine tones of babbling dischord Echoes of empty threats on a daytime talkshow Vertigo mantras repeating and spinning Round and round, back and forth for infinity Your existence is an epic epidemic Conjure dysfunction Levitating In bed with the devil Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you Ad Nauseam The conversation's over Pack up all your pretty things and get the f** out Ad Nauseam You beat that dead horse black and blue Phenomenally nothing new I owe it all to you I wanna put you out I wanna put you out of your misery Misery I wanna put you out I wanna put you out of your misery Misery