My desire to **** Makes me feel so ill That i wanna jump off a hill Or inject saxitoxin Im my skin 'Till i fall on my chin I'm sitting here in the attic Feeling disastrously pathetic Writing on a piece of paper Maybe , I should just shove this pen in my throat later will it be painful ? Or i'd rather ask If it'll be successful ? To tear me And clear me Do you hear me ? What is this voice inside little Fin ? That's telling him to commit a sin Poor Fin , he thinks he's possessed But it's just time to unveil the desires that were oppressed Grab the knife and hold the gun Let's go out and have fun Listen to some cries and screams That's music in our ears