I've got this little itch,nthat I never learned to scratchnIt seems that even if I hadnI'd rather itch than notnand the pleasure is the lessernwhen it's giving to the pressurenof an ever growing lust nand an always present wantnnall this is yoursnhere's your piece of it your part in itnClench your jawsnwith clawsnyou'll strangle itnyou'll smother itnDamn right I want nothing to do with thisnNo part of itnkeep locked your jawsnI hope you choke on itnnI'd fight to the death to keep itnthis mere fondling is mine all minen(the most subtle of snares)nI've cared so much with provingnthat I've lost all love for proofnnAn ever growing cravingnfor a quickly fading feelnI'd trade my soul for a great big holenand a heart too hard to healnnnThe craving growsnFiercer and fiercer it growsnnMy heart is ringing out of tunenMy heart is ringing out of tunenMy heart is calling out for younnI'm the first to thirstnand last to drink, nof the words I've heard but rarely thinknMy God my heart has gone to hellnbut I have found the wellnand it's mine all mine