I'm the sizzlin' fleshnWhen the inmate friesnI'm hidden in the screamnWhen the baby diesnI'm the lump in your throatnWhenever you grievenAnd it's such a compliment to menThrough the night, hearing you screamnnI am anxiety, pulling your stringsnYou will succumb to menI am grief, and happiness I will gainnWhenever I hear your criesnI am painnYour private painnnI'm the gruesome feelingnGrowing in your stomachnI'm the heavy growing thoughtsnThat are making you sicknAnd I'm the last look upnWhen you jump off the bridgenAnd it makes me happy that I am mennI am anxiety, pulling your stringsnYou will succumb to menI am grief, and happiness I will gainnWhenever I hear your criesnI am painnnYeahnnI am anxiety, pulling your stringsnYou will succumb to menI am grief, and happiness I will gainnWhenever I hear your criesnnI'm the salt in the woundnI'm the sweat on your brownI'm the one little thingnThat's holding you downnI'm the salt in the woundnI'm the sweat on your brownI'm the one little thingnThat's holding you downnn[repeat last part over the chorus twice]nnI am painnYour private painnOh, I am painnYour private pain