What's the matter Jesus? Did you forget my name?nI'm the one with the tumor like a flower in my brainnAnd I have learned to rue the day that InSlid from my utopia of amniotic slimenGod is a spidernGod is a spidernGod is a spidernTryin' to block my pathnnAnd it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hatenMistakes - I wanna make my final escapenMy final escapenMayday Mayday Mayday MaydaynnI was born a Taurus, and not a toreadornI can't join your chorus, I'm getting way too borednAnd I don't wanna die, I'm gonna plug my earsnWhy am I disgusted by the things I overhear?nnGod is a spidernGod is a spidernGod is a spidernTryin' to block my pathnnCrows in the cornfield, reaper swings the scythenI know a venomous bird about to flynSmear the paint 'til the colors runnIt's nearly time, I'm nearly donenFlaming orange open skynnAnd it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hatenMistakes - I wanna make my final escapenMy final escapenMayday Mayday Mayday Mayday