Stack 'em up, stack 'em up

It's growing and pulsating

Stack 'em up, stack 'em up

Now it's something else

Flower face, elbows and tentacles

What have you made me into now?

I don't know how to approach the subject, I don't want to be your subject

I don't know how to make it go away

Turn it up, all the way up, until it's a sweaty corpse

Piled high, been stacked up

Machine made of teeth and claws

Killed by man, propped up on a stick in the name of science, because what good did it do us?

I don't know how to approach the subject, I don't want to be your subject

I don't know how to make it go away

Saturate

The world is boring through your eyes

Saturate

Oh, it's just so dull