All of my teeth are rotting and falling out my mouth,
The blood trails on down the corner of my smile,
There's a trickle of a burn rolling down my throat,
Could it be that I flayed and chiseled my enamel,
Away?

A prophecy states I'm doomed,
I've read it and it's dreaded end,
As the truth loomed overhead,
I found solace in eating the dead.

My fingernails are all bitten down,
Down to the bed that I laid into the ground,
I'm friends with the bandages that curl around,
I don't care what I've done so just keep me bound.