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...