My mouthpiece can withstand punches My masterpiece But it was made by a dentist It's not made from my flesh and blood Calcium! Iron! I can't imagine losing I can't imagine my teeth breaking No matter how many times I do it, my teeth grow back Weird, oddly shaped teeth! Ugh! Anarchic anatomy I have to find a substitute I turn on the TV and there's a mushroom cloud No taste of ash and blood The message to couch potatoes "Eat your salad!" Go to the battlefield and witness the anatomy firsthand My mouthpiece can withstand breakage My masterpiece That's why I say it's not mine But I make eye contact with a photograph of myself that isn't alive Astigmatism I can't imagine it not moving I can't imagine it being dead No matter how many times I do it, it comes back to life A zombie rotten brain! Ugh! Anarchic Anatomy I need to find a weapon Far from death Far from hell I mistakenly thought I was far from there, and Alex, who looks just like me, pointed to my temple and said, "Hell is here." I didn't like that, and we started fighting. Isn't it the heart? Isn't it the bottom of the earth? "So annoying," I thought, Far from my self-awareness Far from, far from, far from... "See, you're okay, right?" I woke up to the whisper of a ghost A monk plays the organ solemnly Like a baby that hasn't even been born yet I feel lucky to have become a little wiser I try to think of a silly proverb "Don't talk bad about dead Tommy." Wait, me? Am I alive? Isn't my mouth stuffed full of white stuff? I can't imagine anything bad I can't imagine anything harmful No matter how many times it happens, I bounce back The gears grind! Wow! Anarchic Anatomy We have to find the parts Look, take a look Here's a masterpiece Closer than the screen Closer than hell My teeth Aaaah!!
