The Island of Misfit Toys - Moral Melt lyrics

I'm apt to crack a jaw And write “pause” in blood on the walls near some bodies I saw This place makes me melt my morals This place makes me melt my morals I'm a skin graft, I'm a new scratch you woke up with Bet you wish you never broke up with me This place makes me melt my morals This place makes me melt my morals I wanna make you think I'm awesome while my awful's playing possum Blatant flotsam, bet you wish you never holed up in me This place makes me melt my morals This place makes me melt my morals I can't be myself without a little bit of help So don't file me with the newly deceased, with the old and diseased Because I, I've got the eyes of the dog-flogged Christ It's my decisive mind, it's me ill at ease I've got a cla** with you first period I've got an instinct, you've got both your legs Spread 'neath the desk, floral horrors under I've got a fly cylindrical I've got a throbbing problem, both my legs bent Tetris-esque, yearning for her summer dress I wouldn't ever forge the facts Like I did a few months in the past I don't know mind control on myself, for starters I'm consolidating Bear Hair into bits inside my fists until I made you something It's inside my fists until I made you something So don't file me with the newly deceased, with the old and diseased Because I, I've got the eyes of the dog-flogged Christ It's my decisive mind, it's me ill at ease New developments in my progression: I know exactly who I've been. I thought there was this red badge of self-hate, free from pollution of pride. Could that help me? Oh, crown me uncomely king. It took ten years, five bands, two girls, and one friend to truly make me sing. I'm the sum of my parts, I'm the bright and the slighter sides of my heart. Thelema, Thelema, MY will be done, MY will be done. And that's the closest I can come to an artist's statement