now I feel it again
it's the old silent friend
having a feast in my lungs
every now every then
there's a tickle within
and it scares me to d**h
you have heard it all before
you don't want to hear no more
'cause you know which way it goes
on my cold bathroom floor
I lay down 'till I'm sore
pouring mud on my skin
'cause I feel it again
it's the old cytoid friend
may he choke in the mud
you have heard it all before..