Текст песни Built to Break (Anger) - Skittish

They don't make 'em like they used to be
An eye that wanders and a taste for meat
Two legs, seemingly broken, fall open with the breeze
One tongue, forked and then sharpened,
Flicks the flecks out from your teeth
They don't make 'em like they used to do
Pour some poison in an ear or two
My words, lobotomized by anger, embarrass me
One brain, spitting and sputtering, can't quite keep it clean
God don't make no junk
We built these things for breaking down
All of this, for breaking down
I kept my cool throughout the day
Now its mine, my turn, to freak out
I scream my fill, I scream what I wish I said at the windshield
After the amputation I can still feel you itch
Mourning my phantom limb that tangled with two hemlock lips
God don't make no junk
You're right, you're ever so smart
How blessed am I to have your insight!?
You're right, you're ever so smart
How blessed am I to have your fucking insight!?
We built these things for breaking down
All of this, for breaking down
I kept my cool throughout the day
Now its mine, my turn, to freak out