scrape the build-up off my tongue make me high and make me numb square into a circle make it fit never mind and make sure of it stuffing one bird into another ruled by the voice that tells you to go on and destroy those cells kill more 'til you make your way chop a breathing hole in my vice a foolish heart forever young scrape the build-up off my tongue snatch up the stone hold on tight 'til night is day and day is night as i talk to me listening the voice the voice inside is my singing...