The parasites are excited when you're dead

Eyes bulging, entering your head

And all your thoughts, they rot

God and satan they gamble when you're dead

Beams of light, one sprite, the other's bourbon instead

And all your thoughts, they rot

It was hot and time was stickin to my skin

We're all a punchline to a joke that they won't let us in on

And all your thoughts, they rot