I'm trapped here as my senses bleednI can't recall which things I neednYou show up late and stumble innUnsure if you are still Corrine (??)nnMy captive gaze inside your eyesnReveal a thing you've tried to hidenAttempting to record this viewnReflections drive me out of younnTime for the meatstick,nBury the meatstick,nTake out the meatstick timenWhoa, shocks my brainnWhoa, shocks my brainnnTime for the meatstick,nBury the meatstick,nTake out the meatstick timenWhoa, shocks my brainnWhoa, shocks my brainnnBut long before this scene concludesnThe end I'm seeking still eludesnMy every effort to applynMy will to moments passing bynnBut everytime we say goodbyenThe pain I can't identifynReveals to me the hidden doornThat leads to several moments morennTime for the meatstick,nBury the meatstick,nTake out the meatstick timenWhoa, shocks my brainnWhoa, shocks my brainnnHoly shit, that's making all kinds of rulesnI'm not even going to go therenHey just for a second, I'll just go for a second.nOh, meatstick? Ah.. I don't know.. On a string?nTime for the meatstick?nBury meatsticknBury meatstick time?nOh meatstick!!nHey, that song could be the next cha cha