Degeneration

Crawl behind the mirror
 For the garlands that you stole
 Reflections of the iris
 The trashcan of the soul
 You can say it is religion
 Or some other fantasy
 But when I lay it out on paper
 The truth is plain to see
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 I was a worm in an apple
 In the mouth of a pig
 Now I squirm under your scalpel
 Just to let you feel big
 You could say it's almost godlike
 The way you got me on my knees
 And you read me like the biblе
 The truth is plain to see
 Degenеration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 Gonna drive around
 Your side of town
 Gonna sneak around
 Where you'll be found
 Gonna hunt you down
 Gonna steal your crown
 Gonna run you down
 Just to make you frown
 Just to make you
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration
 Talking 'bout my degeneration