Hanging off my arms are the pair of hands That I have used to crawl across the lines Down the middle of the road thought I had enough, But I didn't have a dime to drop at this stop thought I'd take a break but I was running out of time Pay close attention while I read the rules These are the things that make us move / Muscle just a little, but pain the most Peel the scabs off of your ghost Set me loose with a fine to divide Before the meter expires and I have to play "Pies in the Faces" This is the translation and I'm losing my patience As well as my faith in a paid vacation Metaphase, telephase, prophase, anaphase is how to erase "Bad Tastes" creations stand up, look around, pull together, fall apart, Go on sit down and witness your decay Shut up, sit down, pay attention, walk don't run Keep out dead end, pay attention don't look into the sun This is fast and this is slow Watch how I can stop and go Learn everything that you should know Aim down the middle and hog the road.