Your gift horse has brought flies, And the stench is unbearable. I'm left with no option, But to embrace apathy and loneliness. Took a train to New York City, Met a guy who I thought was pretty. Tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole, Begging to nurse its mouth to health. Strip the skin from the inside out, You didn't think they'd notice. (You looked them straight in the face) I always said that we'd watch them die. (You looked them straight in the face)