[ Featuring the Boogie Men ]
Hammer in the nails into the palm of the hand that feeds
I'm a tumor upon your flesh I'm waiting to plant the seed
Bred to serve when you thin the herd it's homegrown morality
Your faith is unstable around the dinner table it's the values of a family
I'll grow beneath your skin
I felt my own malice now I'm starting to twitch
A misfit toy you cannot fix
Look upon your son and see a wicked little witch
A wicked little witch
The ideologies you live by they just contradict
You cannot love everyone and be capitalist
You have a disease you cannot treat it's called consumerism
Blind obedience and ignorance are the symptoms
I'll grow beneath your skin
I felt my own malice now I'm starting to twitch
A misfit toy you cannot fix
Look upon your son and see a wicked little witch
A wicked little witch
You planted the seed
Watered it with gasoline
Yet you wonder why I'm unclean
Drawn to the obscene
I'll grow beneath your skin
I felt my own malice now I'm starting to twitch
A misfit toy you cannot fix
Look upon your son and see a wicked little witch
A wicked little witch
