This is the way I torture myself Pick at myself 'til I'm pieces on the counter Till I'm crumbs on the floor Till I'm crumbs on the floor The inner room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth It's dusty black I'm thinking! This is shut I wanna be k**ed with the same dignity that horses get When they no longer race Not at all Not at all Im in a room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth It's dusty black Judge me with light Judge me with Screaming Judge me d**h Judge me with light Judge me with Screaming Judge me d**h This is the way I torture myself Pick at myself 'til I'm pieces on the counter Till I'm crumbs on the floor Till I'm crumbs on the floor Im in a room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth They are Just ugly memories and subjects That are getting old