My flesh is burning
My burdens come alive
In this life I’m not learning
No matter how hard I strive
I slit my wrists to fill this two-liter
Do not donate my body
Death is taking over now I’m weaker
Should I practice my karate?
I chopped all my fingers off now
And my shirt begins to soak
Now all I can think of is how
My mom drank all the coke
Things on me are now erect
My fingers are all gone
My path to death is more direct
Is it possible to move one?
Blood begins to fill my mouth again
Wasn’t it gone from my wrists?
I feel crazy I love this pain
I never knew it exists
So bury me in the trunk of my car
Lock it and throw away the key
I know you will not drive it far
Because that awful stench is me
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