Wipe your feet at the devil's door. Trade your muse for his dirty whores. Tied bound beaten down to the floor. How you feel doesn't matter any more. Rotten meat most fowl odor brainless body with a cold heart motor. Fried Ground dust on the floor. How you feel doesn't matter any more. Marching to the beat of the same old drummer. Change your sheets like you change your lovers. Fried ground dust on the floor. How you feel doesn't matter any more.