Oh my, are you the beast again?
Is it the violence you like?
Oh my, I feel it crawling in
Gnawing, reptilian
In the lost, lonely night

I wanna know
Cut out the sickness
Cut it in self-defense
Cut the yellowing eyes
Skylines, bloody and cancerous
Color the dead patches
Make it white, make it white

Wild eyes, I feel the teeth again
Gnawing and imminent
In the lost, lonely night
Oh my, give me the words again
Paint it aluminum
Make it white, make it white