Wornin' - Skinny Puppy

Linger tasting rotten soil

Within the baker’s deadly toll

In the morning’s dirty rash

The rush hours kissing ass

Finger through the dirty things

Inside and out of everything

Skirmish on the outer edges

Of every single body’s mind

Simmer on the holy scale

These vision makers only fail

The FEAR OF GOD ON HIGH

I’ve been out, so out of it

I’ve been hiding out

I’ve been hiding out of it

Hiding so far out

This been toasted walk upon

Then giving up what we’ve become

All cinders on this rocky road

Melted ice cream over load

Jump the prison plan advised

We’ll make you feel the Jim Jones vibe

As if to drink their poison

Somehow better than what we become

By vaporizing any of this wishful unsafe trip

Catch the very essence draining

On this slowly sinking ship

Moving on towards horizons

What’s conceived will never be

I’m thinking of saying of anything

And clinging

I’ve been out, so out of it

I’ve been hiding out

I’ve been hiding out of it

Hiding so far out

Find a way back out

What a way back out…