3-2-1 standby for tug behind my navel, I've got this sickness stomachs clenching , bile roaring projectile , unkempt reeking of death crawl towards the door, escape breathe the fresh air, suffocation claustrophobia , kleptomania manic depressive Impress upon me the will to live the love to continue . Screaming for silence buy the rights to life, to happiness, to freedom take the world by storm, the interplanetary destruction slow down and look both ways before impact, always wear a seat belt smooth away the filth conceal the bodies with lies of hope a fresh blanket of snow falls across my eyes, blinding this music is too loud