Disclaimer - Like The Backside Of A Bulimic's Teeth (Number 1: Bats = Bugs) lyrics

It's like being punched in the face Over and over and over I wish we could be erased And taped over with p**n Because my ears are gushing It's the long, hot rush of a concussion My head drawn on a Spirograph So this is what it's like to rot Like the backside of a bulimic's teeth To curse the time you chose that wrong door Like the spiders we swallow in our sleep And watch yourself crash into things Because you've just let go Secretariat pupates Everything's weird and incorrect Possession? Obsession? Fate? Select all that apply It's too late now for facts I've moved on to the sickness So I'll pop some blister-packs While you start your post-navel drip Breakin' up is hard to do But breakin' down is easy