Pass the Mylanta (Oh Me, Oh My, What a Monster I Spy, Pt. 2)

For some reason the rotten always seems most delicious
Indigestion
My desire for flesh always seems to come back and eat away at me
Something is wrong…

Why won’t this numb?
The pain burning within
Why won’t this numb?
The sore on my bloody chin
Why won’t this numb?
The stain on my cheek from the pleasure of sin
Why won’t this numb?

I should be dead to this by now
The pangs of conscience
Can a beast feel remorse?
Cause my stomach’s churning with a force

Purge!
Renew!
Purge!
Revive!
Purge!
So true!
Purge!
So Alive!