No such thing...No such thing as having bad luckYou've done it yourself, you miserable fuck!Now lift your head and look aroundNo one stopped when you fell downSo drown your head in negative hellIf you want to nurse it back to healthRun until you're completely lostBrush until you forget to flossI'll find your teeth in a cardboard boxAnd save 'em for the Pentecost
My face went numb...My face went numb and I forgot my nameI swallowed my tongue then I shot out my brainsI fell on the floor and lay on the rugYou looked up and gave me a shrugI bled myself dry but I still couldn't dieDead in the mind, but somehow aliveI awake every day to hate my own life.
I'll go first, then...I'll go first, then I'll go againAnd you can have anything that's left at the endI'm tired of being the one who starvesI'm done fucking stopping for all you damn carsWe need an easier means of existenceAnd you better not show me any resistence
I stare at myself...I stare at myself while selling my heartI'm scared for my health at the smell of my fartsI cracked my head on the counter-topAnd bled all over your grandfather clockI asked her, please, to bleach my toesShe threw them in with her dirty clothes
I stumbled across...I stumbled across my living room floorFor I thought I heard a knock at the doorI peered through the peephole, and what did I see?Three green eyes glaring back at meSo I took one last drinkand pulled out my gunKicked open the doorand shot my own sonNow I'm all sober, sitting in jailPraying for someone to help me make bail
I fell limp to the floor...I fell limp to the floor, clutching my faceThat fucking whore tore my new shoelaceI flew to my feet and checked the clockI went to my door and began to knockIt swung wide open to my surpriseAnd I stood before me in some kind of disguiseAt that same time, both our phones rangUpon answering mine, I heard me saying'Get off the line, it's clearly in use'A sign that I'm my own abuse
Shaving a Dead ManMy mind, scabs of sores and bruisedI find can't turn away from yours and youEverything I say echoes my complaintThat I only want a way thruGingivitis of the brain, how much time remains?Now I lie in no positionDying to agree with your conditionsBut I know you belong to a higher powerSo I'll lay in pain another hourAnd once all joy's been burned awayIt's time to plan on another dayWhen maybe you show me who I loveBut probably just do a bunch more drugsAnd I'm the only one who can do anythingAnd you, the one who needs nothing doneI tried to use time as some sort of guideBut it led me directly to suicideAnd you never know what you might findBehind closed doors inside your mindI know it's scary, don't fucking hideInside your mindSome people say they don't feel so wellBut they've never looked up from underneath hellSo tell me everything you've seenAnd I'll tell you what it means