Gob

You won't realize I'm venomous
You'll fall ill after hearing this
I can't think straight, I'll mix you up
No recipe no formula
I'm like a chain-saw, I'll spit and sing
The words that cut you limb from limb
Cut out of a pattern to nothing familiar
I went out to find a funeral
No one died, I was waiting
None will rise, dawn is beautiful
Underground I will haunt you
Well it's easy to be with this