Special Secret Medicine

My special secret medicine
Safe in the cabinet
Next to what I used to like
What makes me good?
It's sorcery, my own special kind
No one else can understand
No one else can understand

Yellow backpack, it's a special place
I got things in all the pockets
I brought my toothbrush
But not my toothpaste
I'll use my secret stuff instead

I burnt a bible
It was obnoxious
I'll keep to writing on my hands
In the compost, that's where you'll bury me
Please reuse my rotting flesh
Please reuse my rotting flesh