LYRIC

[Verse 1] That unforgiving pulse again
My sick pig-head companion
As much a rotten part of me
As forgotten twin or shadow?
Fur bristles with the fever
His kick drum pulses quicken
Him a specter. Me spectator
I'm caught inside his tow

[Chorus] And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
Between his pearly jaws
God, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that even Christ's communion
Wine goes sour

[Verse 2] O brother Id, you own me
O father Id, you're all I am
O reverend Id, please wipe
That endless toothy smirk away
Red letters on my eyelids
On every gristle, bone or cell
The one command for self
Presses me to obey

[Chorus] And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
Between his pearly jaws
God, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that even Christ's communion
Wine goes sour

[Bridge] And what am I to do?
God, what am I to say?
And what am I to do?
God, what am I to say?

[Chorus] And what am I to do?
Pull out his teeth?
Or file down his claws?
You know as well as I
No freedom lies
Between his pearly jaws
Oh, what am I to say?
As if his name
Gives me some holy power
For what I've done
I know that even Christ's communion
Wine goes sour

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