I’m gonna shed my skin, deactivate my head 
The skin that I regenerate looks like the skin that I just shed 
I’m better suited being typical 
I keep choking down the cockroaches until I get full 

A centipede! Yeah, a centipede! 
The trunk moves independently of the head 
Cant keep it quiet, no cant keep it quiet 
The lips keep moving when the brain is dead 

Don’t wanna keep it down, I wanna throw it up 
I just can’t keep it to myself, I can’t shut myself up 
Don’t need no honesty, it isn’t half as fun 
I just want to run my mouth 
It makes me feel like I am someone 

I don’t need to meet the arch bishop 
Don’t need to shake hands in a roman cathedral 
Just drag the garbage up out of my guts 
For I am all things to all people