Hate Paste

Bit my lip
 And it's the same thing.
 Now I'm reduced to a pulp.
 Your undisturbed and decorated
 Decorations lie.
 You're hounded by pulse
 Stabbed by spit
 And your brain fits
 Despite your ears.
 Another one has run in.
 Rottin and gossiped,
 You're all used up
 With a burst up shell. (?)
 Why're you gonna try it
 If you know you don't like it
 How're you gonna give it up
 If you ain't got it.
 Why're you gonna use it
 If you think that it's broke.
 Why're you gonna swell the show (?)
 The things that you're breaking down, down, down.
 Down cold thresh flesh paste
 Deliver hate paste.
 Voices sick and swelling
 You say you don't like it.
 You say you don't like it.
 But you just don't get it
 You just don't get it.
 You're hounded by pulse,
 Stabbed by spit
 And your brain shits
 To clog your ears.
 A casual mark
 Made by a bird.
 What you lost
 With your fair hands.
 Why're you gonna try it
 If you know you don't like it.
 How're you gonna give it up
 If you ain't got it.
 Why're you gonna use it
 If you think that it's broke
 Why're you gonna swell the show
 The things that you're breaking down, down, down