(Composição: Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Sean Kinney) You insult me in my home, you're forgiven this time Things go well, your eyes dilate, you shake, and I'm high? Look in my eyes deep and watch the clouds change with time 20 hours won't print my picture milk carton size Carton size, carton size Call me up congratulations ain't the real why There's no pressure besides brilliance let's say by day 9 Endless corporate ignorance lets me control time By the way, by the way, by the way Once again you see an in, discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle, out a date for me Now the body of one soul I adore wants to die You have always told me you'd not live past 25 I say stay long enough to repay all who cause strife Once again you see an in, discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle, out a date for me (2x) "I bear true and an existing witness To this barrel of monkeys. A self proclaimed immoral success, Perfected by each whereof Individually deadly and equally so And spread about the surrendered troops, For even thousands of miles will not Tear apart their communication, or the lack thereof. Vultures, liars, thieves, each proclaim their innocence In no suggestion or rhyme, your weapon is contained in The wrecking of the keeping the desired effect. The breaking of the spirit thwarts the whole being. Your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt. Guilt"