The real pain starts here Inside your corners Within your broken doorways I am your rage Your deceit Your precious lie I will eat What you have already broken I will take the feed from you And thrive My disease Is the prize you gave me No one can save you From the filth that you hide Bring Unto Me Bring me your sick Poor and huddled ma**es Bring me your impaled Mutilated minds Bring unto me The stink of piss and vomit Share your wealth In your lack of pride Bring Unto Me I am your 3 pound coke babe Your rock feeder Your dope fiend I am the post-fetus That kicked you inside Your porous absorbent walls I am the life you will give me I am the life that will remind you Of your true pain I am your 3 pound octopus Tentacled in plastic tubes I am the living version Of your autopsy Bring me your sick Poor and huddled ma**es Bring me your impaled Mutilated minds Bring unto me The stink of piss and vomit I am the American dream And I must feed Bring Unto Me