The Chemist Lyrics

It's wretched, stop that goddamn noisethis place has an odor worse than any mind
Can't wear the small face of a child
I'm going to be sick, digging into the sky
Wrap me in leather, drop me into the sea
Can't wear the fangs of an animal
Welcome back to your worm ridden life
Dollars to you, bones to them now
What's it mean, paying off some thing
Losers of the grave are always loud
B movie chemistry
Wrap me in cold leather
Drop me into the sea
Mom, dad, it hurts