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im sitting in the dark, talking to myself
why does everybody tell me that I need help?
im in love with pain
i take a needle or a knife
and drive that mother fucker through my windpipe
just might
take a razor blade
dip it in some gas
see if i can take a little skin of the calf
grotesque im a walking body bag
and when it all heals i'll pick the scabs
alone in the casket, buried in the earth
self-inflicted wounds, blood stains on my t-shirt
kick out the door til my legs fall off
try to use my head my skulls too soft
the pain overwhelms shooting through my kidneys
blood rushes out when i stick a shank in me
keep stabbing and sticking
and pulling all the blood spitting
and i cut off the oxygen
and take my own life again
why does everybody tell me that I need help?
im in love with pain
i take a needle or a knife
and drive that mother fucker through my windpipe
just might
take a razor blade
dip it in some gas
see if i can take a little skin of the calf
grotesque im a walking body bag
and when it all heals i'll pick the scabs
alone in the casket, buried in the earth
self-inflicted wounds, blood stains on my t-shirt
kick out the door til my legs fall off
try to use my head my skulls too soft
the pain overwhelms shooting through my kidneys
blood rushes out when i stick a shank in me
keep stabbing and sticking
and pulling all the blood spitting
and i cut off the oxygen
and take my own life again