Born To Euthanize (sob, romo)

  a handfull of strychnine is all that i need
  It gives pains plus a migraine headache
  The todd combinations are what make up
  The fest that you see before you
  In one hand I hold what kevorkian calls good
  The rest I sold to your brother
  But these are just lymphnodes to the infected minds
  To which we get but pale complexions

   I was born to euthanize
   comfortize when brain cells fry
   I was born to euthanize

  Lawyers are still warning me to disappear
  Quickly freebasing the ones before
  But lawyers like these are born only to die
  But the hype from them lives forever

  Pills, needles, and turnaquits              
        are the patterns of devastation      
  But the dead polygon's only desire     
        is to get to the operating table  

   I was born to euthanize
   Heavens rise before your eyes
   I was born to euthanize
  
  The victims of cancer spin 'round and 'round
  Apparently they grow no hair
  But my concocted combinations are leading you on
  To your home which is in the coffin
  You were born to euthanize
  Ain't no jive - no anesthetize
  You were born to euthanize