Melvins - No.2 Pencil lyrics

#2 Pencil inside me

And the lead is yards deep in my face

Lick your tongue

Flat on the glass lathe

Smell the smell, the big P of this

Roll your head, chop my blood in yours

Leech the pain they drove in us

Count on this: Call off the land, true

To be used, and then you call me yours.