You like to have things to keep on your shelf   Some kind of macabre mimento of places that you could control   You pull them down when you need a crutch   And when they are no longer usefull they are promptly put away         You like to blame all of your faults on Daddy didn't love you   He never showered you with praise   Numbing yourself in your endless search to fill potential spaces   Until you feel nothing at all         It's only DNA running down your leg   No consequence to face   It's only DNA         And will you find another truckstop romeo looking for pieces?   Who will stand by you until the ice wears thin?   I hope you die lonely and afraid, cunt         And if the freak hunt and the chemical thighs   Leave you holding souvenirs that shit and keep you up at night   Don't be alarmed when you reach to your shelf   To see you only find there the broken remnaints of us