What do I suspect, Hideous feelings from the past Get them away, destroy them very fast, No more ugly facades No more grotesque masks, Make them bleed As I ride my steed Throw them all, In a Wormhole Throw these false idols away Oh Yey, Throw them in a Wormhole Throw these objects away They belong in A Wormhole Put them in the Wormhole There they will stay Like a chameleon, I shed my skin Cant stand the state I'm in I must get rid of these artifacts Leave them back in the past No more ugly facades No more grotesque masks Throw them all, In a Wormhole Throw these false idols away Oh Yey, Throw them in a Wormhole Throw these objects away They belong in A Wormhole Put them in the Wormhole There they will stay