Movin’ on my back
I’m locked from on the silver chest

Some voices in my head
Tryin’ to be rude or bad

I need a buffet
Every scene that I
Backed up from a reactor
There’s nothin wrong bout what I said

I ain’t tryin to be mean
Scars within my skin
Cause I’m losing my faith
Livin with my shame

I need to be fed
Every scene that I
That I kinda reacted
There’s nothin wrong bout I said