Spit another chip into a sewed-up seam, not a failure fiendI find my strings can still constrain meSelf-imposed peril you could stitch me sterile fantasies gone feral You'll find out now you can't contain meThere are things you can't survive it's novocaine into propaneEven if you do not die it's novocaine into propaneFuel the fire that I need to burn it's novocaine into propaneTurn the pain into your pleasure it's novocaine into propaneBustin' out the buttons of this collared number you did not hear thunderI'm coming’ at you like a cat fiveBurstin’ through these bars while my mouths still young letting loose my tongueI let my licks put up the last fightThere are things you can't survive it's novocaine into propaneEven if you do not die it's novocaine into propaneFuel the fire that I need to burn it's novocaine into propaneTurn the pain into your pleasure it's novocaine into propaneThere are things you can't survive, it's novocaine into propaneEven if you do not die it's novocaine into propaneFuel the fire that I need to burn, it's novocaine into propaneTurn the pain into your pleasure, it's novocaine into propane
