All they want is to see your heart painted raw
Splattered across the pages
Bleeding, beating, dying
They hear you cryin’

Cannibalism you’ll never see
Feasting on what your feelin’
Derive such inhumanely pleasures
From the scream ripped from the bottom of your soul

Just to see the way it ripples through the air
Stumbling, fumbling, inking through the harsh glare
Pain, raw pain,
They hear you screamin’

But all they want is to see ‘em dyin’

I’m tryin’, tryin’
All I hear is cryin’
But apparently that’s OK,
True poetry is borne from pain

Tragedies, comedies,
Apparently all their melodies are the same
Dying heart beats and fumbling starved trees
True comedy is borne from pain

(Your hurtin’, hurtin’
Can I help you darlin’?
Cuz I ain’t one of ‘em
I feel y’right thru the souled hem)