[Verse: Zach Quinn]
Bear witness up
The filth collects beneath your nails
Flicking stale cigarettes

I know I'm a fucking bug
Caught in flypaper on the wall

[Instrumental break]

Condemned to watch
Eyelids ripped off
Self-imposition
Shrieking from the margins, "I exist!"
But I'm less and less sure
Tormentor undeterred

[Breakdown: Zach Quinn]
Cold shoulders burn
Frequent enduring turns
Humor and sharing weight
I beg for hatch escape

[Outro: Pears and James Whitten]
No god, no hope
No god, no hope
No god, no hope