Mudbath

now I feel it again

it's the old silent friend

having a feast in my lungs

every now every then

there's a tickle within

and it scares me to death

you have heard it all before

you don't want to hear no more

'cause you know which way it goes

on my cold bathroom floor

I lay down 'till I'm sore

pouring mud on my skin

'cause I feel it again

it's the old cytoid friend

may he choke in the mud

you have heard it all before.