Give me that poison that you keep in your head
That beautifully foul taste of copper and lead
Tell me the things that you don't think I can stomach
So I can prematurely start to heal from it
You had a car kitted out with razorblades and gauze
Seems fucking weird that that shit didn't give me pause
I poked a hole in my temple just for you
You lied and told me that you couldn't find the glue
Pump me full of your brand of bullshit intuition
Your sanctioned ammunition never needed my permission