Diagnosis cancer what goes through the mind am I left behind on the dump just rotting cast out no longer viable my bodies not reliable its growing funny things
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Its growing funny things perhaps I'm growing wings so fly me up and out of it can't stand its din get rid of it this mood that snatched my breath I'd like to take a clout at it it could cause my death
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Let doctors fry and poison me they've done it once before to me I'm knockin on the door of doom shut in an MRI its boom
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Its beat, its heat, its feat complete rotting on the ******* heap shouting like a lamb its bleat
Baeeeeee
Cut me, slash me, burn my bones, I'l be new. I'm going home home where I belong...
I'm still here to sing my song
BOOM BOOM BOOM SCREAM.
My efforts at Rapp!! An exciting way of reciting poetry, this one of course in the MRI tunnel.