Released on January 28, 2003

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[Verse 1]

Thumb through the coins

Spill the gas

Take a whiff

Pick a cause

Check your watch

Take a risk

Strike a match

The stitching in your pocket won't hold

Shake a fist

Run a chase

Check the list

Take a blow to the face


[Chorus]

Stinger insects, stacked-up subject

Shot to the leg, never lookin’ for a suspect

Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back to the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born to harass

Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it


[Verse 1]

Beg for the scraps

Stack 'em on

Steal a gun

Load 'em up

No lead?

Skip a loop just for fun

So you want to be sicker, or just sick?

Take your pick

Check the box

Know the talk

Find a window

Throw a rock


[Chorus]

Stinger insects, stacked-up subject

Shot to the leg, never lookin’ for a suspect

Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back to the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born to harass

Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it


[Breakdown]

So hot to look lost

Show the tag

What's it cost?

Suck it in

Spit it out

Cinch the noose, end the doubt

Sleep in your dreams

Ask your friends what it means

Find the gap’s overlaps, who you are in-between

Grab like a kid

Pack your bags

Slam the lid

Take a hit off the smoke, that you already choke

Like a dog you just scratch, for an answer to anything

Answer for everything—buried in lies


[Chorus]

Stinger insects, stacked-up subject

Shot to the leg, never lookin’ for a suspect

Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back to the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born to harass

Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it

Stinger insects, stacked-up subject

Shot to the leg, never lookin’ for a suspect

Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick

Insect inject, back to the subtext

Second and ten, never less than perfect

It never fails, when the flag turns black

Through the skin of a convict, born to harass

Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it


[Outro]

See the ugly one in

Let the insects win

Retching pregnant bride

When the insects win