Death came to my dreams. From the belly to my teens. Twenty-eight years and some odd days the teeth fell from my face. I've had the same thoughts. Counting back into the womb. A broadcast shot straight to my skull in hyper-stereo. It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when the hex takes hold. It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when my eyes go cold. I'm telling you the bad news. When my skeleton jumps out from my skin what a terrible state I'm in. I'm telling you the bad news. When my skeleton jumps out from my skin what a terrible state I'm in. I'm telling you the bad news. When I'm crawling backwards speaking spells I could use just a little help. Burn my brains out, baby, like hot trash in the sun. Disconnect my phone disconnected my tongue. It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when the hex takes hold. It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when my eyes go cold. I'm telling you the bad news. When my skeleton jumps out from my skin what a terrible state I'm in. I'm telling you the bad news.