My intestines tangled, I'm 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 it's 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 there's no way to stop what's coming
Your years of drugs and carelessness say it all
From the dawn of my Measly adult existence
I fight to keep my head somewhat on an even scale
It's not an easy thing to accomplish
But become strong by breaking everything
Lay there cold like a stuck pig
I'm 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...
