scrape the build-up off my tongue  don't cough  you'll hurt my lung  make me high and make me numb  just do it  you wont look dumb  square into a circle make it fit  never mind and make sure of it  stuffing one bird into another  i'm way over here  i'm with you brother  ruled by the voice that tells you  to go on and destroy those cells  kill more 'til you make your way  no buzz day ain't no day  chop a breathing hole in my vice  no thanks man  i'm feeling nice  a foolish heart forever young  scrape the build-up off my tongue  snatch up the stone hold on tight  'til night is day and day is night  as I talk to me listening the voice  the voice inside is my singing...