[ Featuring Fresh Kils ]
First you feel the tingle of awareness
From the tips of your fingers to your cortex
You go to touch your face
Because you can't move your lips
Then realize that someone else's behind
Is attached to it
Open up your eyes
To the horror that lies in wait
Stuck between strangers
Seems to be the current state
You can't control your fate
Every move that they make
Drags you along
Like you're a part of a big snake
Panic takes control of your mind
When you find that you can
No longer protest
Decide where to go next
Everything you do
Is dependent on dudes
That you can't even see or talk to
Someone got you sewed up
While you were sleeping
They were creeping
Didn't see it coming
Now there's something that you're deep in
Got no choice but to keep in line
Cnd you've got no voice
But you scream inside
But no one can hear you
It's clear to see that
Hell is the place you appear to be at
First things first
Forget your hunger and your thirst
You better expect the worsed
Because you're obviously cursed
This is a situation that can not be reversed
Until they lay your body in the back of a hearse
You got to kiss the asses of the faceless masses
That's all up in your face
Turning your life into traffic
To break free would take the
Mightiest of miracles to manifest
Cnd until then you are just in a
Human centipede
Can't see who's ahead of me
I only get what they left for me
I can't say no
Human centipede
Got me on my knees
I think it's gonna be the death of me
Please let me go