I don't know what I want anymore
God blessed me with sight
But I'm longing to see
Behind the curtains
They're made of red velvet
Deep like blood
Oozing from my pores
From my heart
If I cry
Will I wash the acid
Out of my eyes?
I'm so tainted by my own being
And it swallows me whole
A one-man human centipede
That's no longer
Human at all