Doctor[, are you my religion?] Stretcher, needle, stitch a wound Stop the fight and stop it first All my [terrorists?] are tools for you Marrow I can feel you in my bones I wanna take me home How serrated Blind eye, I like it Thunder Hold my kitchen's sweaty clothes Blind eye, I like it Trust me Don't confuse me with my youth Take me to a little booth Don't stand by me He has got me underfoot He's so beautiful or worse For the moment, the moment Blind eye, I like it Needle Your modest for design I wanna leave him now See ya!