i got it in me, feed it   i got it in me, keep it   i got it in me   i was a missing kid   till i was twelve      spiky pie for plucky kid   i laugh out loud and loud   loud enough to bleed   "wake up!!   or im gonna throw you out!"   pigs in line...      it could be me need that plot   it could be you feed that zealot   sense my freeze-dried pact fact   tense your palsy, close to wheezy   wheres blear fear?      diktat in my bloody head   free peak freak      it could be me paste that dead   it could be you waste that bread   catch my boots run away to misplay   its gunplay   wheres clear tear?   diktat in my bloody head      check out inside, just in case...   diktat in my bloody head      i got it in me, feed it!   i got it in me, keep it!   i got it in me   i was a missing kid   till i was twelve.....      take a stimulus, frisky!   it tastes too sweet   hundreds of missing    with hands on tails still