Forget the bones in the basement I don't care just what you do it for They don't know anything about it The fact the fiction the friction Got moral and cocaine powder brain And a speed cocked inject Super 8 Flash car in your Detroit "What's a name" I confuse you could use you Sympathy That's all you wanted was their sympathy Congratulations on your infamy You can't escape your own mortality So glad to meet you Go call the cops if you want to I don't care They can come if they got to say again Three times and get out The Pack religious conviction Got no reason to believe they'll be there In the after affect of the white hot god stare You go laughingly Into the dark And all your intentions a flicker and dead spark.