" I hold myself in contempt!"

Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull
Is a bitch with some 4000 names
Vomiting lies through a theremin throat
As some businessmen pick at her brains
Pulls back skinny lips
To reveal a proboscis
Seems Seth Brundle's at it again
Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover
And shamelessly spoils the end

Blood vessels drying and curling inside are
Unfurling from out of her wrists
Well she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison
Intending on learning to hiss
Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid
And giving some poor illness the blame
Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard
Insisting that she's won the game

So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart
She could not break my heart, oh lord!