| I’m bleeding this time for no reason at all
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| I just miss the feeling of losing it all
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| SO USED TO IT
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| (I am the cave of life and death and the blood
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| That makes the clock tick I didn’t ask for it)
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| Felt so hollow had to dry up and out my skin to hold my insides in
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| I’m SO UNCOMFORTABLE but the skin holds the decay in
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| Scraping the pins along the skin, release the decay within
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| (I am the cave of life and death
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| And the blood that makes the clock tick I didn’t ask for it)
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| DISEASE… your flesh dancing to the drum of rot. |
| (rhythm of disintegration)
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| One battle, two with death. |
| came and pulled me out by the breath
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| (doesn't make the pain of living go away. don’t want to face the world today)
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| DISEASE… used to fight with death several times a night
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| Facing that brick wall choking for my life
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| We got to be good friends, death and I
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| I’d never give in and he’d never lie… scratch till I pop up a vein
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| Feel the hollow walls sucking air that’ll never get anywhere
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| (when this chemical lung gives out I’ll be living at my body’s mercy
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| Until then, I’m living at someone else’s mercy) |