But can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me,
And in the choir I saw a sad messiah,
He was bored and tired of my laments,
Said, "I died for you one time but never again."
Cockroach body, messiah for a face talking to this kid with clinically morbid pariah disorder.
The cockroach is laughing, laughing hard 'cause he knows what this kid has done.
Now the kid is laughing, laughing hardest 'cause it's a new dawn in his criminally insane disordered mind.
He knows what he's done. He's always known he'd do it. He just never in a million years thought that's who he'd do it to.
The cockroach takes the kid's scarf away, and only now does the kid cry.
Now he has to live with himself.
