There is no comfort in your moisture
 So let me feel your source
 I'm not into moderation
 Let me hear your condensation
 So let me feel your source

 Buzzsaw ripping down my spine
 Avoiding the man who once said
 it's better to be sucked than stroked
 But what does he know
 Buzzsaw ripping down my spine
 Ignoring the man who once said
 What I just sang but he can't sing
 He's too busy inside

 I'm just watching the air thicken
 There is no comfort in your moisture
 So let me feel your source
 I'm not into moderation
 Let me hear your condensation
 So let me feel your source

 Buzzsaw tearing at my gut
 Avoiding the man who once said
 Be decadent not hesitant
 But what does he know
 Buzzsaw tearing at my gut
 Ignoring the man who once said
 What I just sang but he can't sing
 He's too busy inside