I've got this little itch thatnI'd never learned to scratchnIt seems that even if I hadnI'd rather itch than not...nnAnd the pleasure is the lessernWhen its giving to the pressurenOf an ever growing lustnAnd an always present wantnnAll this is yoursnHeres is your piece of it nYour part in itnClench your jawsnWith clawsnYou'll strangle itnYou'll smother itnDamn right I want nothing to do with thisnNo part of 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 to hard to healnnAll this is yoursnHeres is 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 itnnThe 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 the last to drink,nOf the words I've heard but rarely thinknBut I've found the wellnIt's mine all mine