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