My intestines tangled, Im tempted to rip them out Throw them at my doctor, Sick with pick one, crones or karma. Crones or karma God I am imperfect, and its your stubborn fault, Your arrogant boast, your highly priced Heaven, My stomach hanging out, Feel the tendons pop, The relief is coming I did this myself, I had no savior, I am responsible Damning your prayers, secretly saving them in vain And the story goes theres no way to stop whats coming, Your years of drugs and carlessness say it all From the dawn of my Measly adult existence I fight to keep my Head somewhat on an even scale Its not an easy thing to accomplish, But become strong by breaking everything, Lay there cold like a stuck pig, Im conscious and, They have no idea...Slice, into numb flesh, My eyes have to run Lay there, strapped down, own protection suffocating, For a moment death is emulated Lay there strapped down death is emulated, I did this myself, I had no savior, I am responsible...
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