It's all so sick   It's all so sick, so sick, so sick      What kind of soap is used in a bloodbath?   What kind of darkness brings a killer sleep?   What kind of rain will fall in the aftermath?   What kind of harvest shall we reap?      Lyin' on the couch, in the glow of my TV   There are several nations burning   If I looked, I'd start to see   But look and you are guilty   Whip the dancer, watch her twirl   White hats along the beach   Winning Kewpie Dolls for the girls      With every dirty deed, the jaws grow stronger   With every drop of blood, the tongue grows longer   Sleepless terror with no place to hide   That's The Bite From Inside      Briefcases drawn and loaded   These men travel in packs   Deciding mankind's future   Droppin' good men in their tracks   It's deja-vu -- a coup d'etat   Not for food or shelter   Just for good old moo-la-la   Life's candle, they will melt her      Sex and drugs and money   That's the way it's always been   When they call the man with bullets   The kiss-ass ass ass sin      Lyin' on the couch, in the glow of my TV   Remote control will set the station, but will never set you free      With every swallowed dream, the jaw grips tighter   With every ripped-up life, the teeth sink deeper   Sleepless terror with no place to hide   That's The Bite From Inside      That's The Bite, that's The Bite   That's The Bite From Inside   It's all so sick