I Don’t Want It

Lyrics

His hands are baby soft, so boss He's coughing, I think he's sick The audience, we're listening close to cause for his effect His mouse a loaded gun, he's firing with anonymity And we go down down… I don't want it, I don't need it, talk about it gotta feed it Take your stupid, your diseases, I don't want it, I won't eat it I don't want it His fingers spitting ripples from his sagging sinking sorry couch He's in a dark room, in a small town, in a secret house The audience, we're tuning in, 'cause we can't help ourselves And we go down