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 d** 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 d**h is emulated
Lay there strapped down d**h is emulated
I did this myself, I had no savior, I am responsible...