A cantakerous, cancerous lifeblood of black Rotting holes in our lungs and tearing our backs With products and sawdust and raw meat and blackend lungs That cling to the air amidst fire and ash Let me take you and have you But don't let me love you Cuz loving is wise and I'm not but a fool Let me kill you and thrill you but don't let me take your life On this road Well I'm sickened by fear surrounded by good cheer By forests of torment where nothing is clear But this shattered remnant of harmony On this road