I vaunt the vacancy of hologram
I rationalize loneliness I lie
The soul itself a complicated scam
I guess at genocides I start to cry
Twins giants and pixies people doped to die
Thinks human juvenile or who I am
Its secret knowledge scholars forced to clam
As prodigies and pedophiles ally
And cannibalism starts off small or big
It hides in kneaded dough of bakers hands
It sneaks off bloody scabs of butchers jig
It lurks at bone of china cup of distant lands
I must apologize to parasite
I was immune I wait on paradise
Chorus parasite mooch sponge
