Let the dead rot where they fall You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl So loathsome So loathsome down inside My heartstrings They ain't yours to pull Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull So loathsome So loathsome down inside I feel so loathsome down inside Rancid junk-thought Elephantitus of the mind Rancid junk-thought Elephantitus of the mind This is my Escape art Exhibition This is my Escape art Exhibition Escape art Exhibition Escape art Exhibition And I'm never coming back