I need you to stay in your place So I can drive off the cliff safe Hold on to your seat Say your final deceit There's a tree heading straight for your face
What have they done to my body? Why's there a hole in my chest? When did they discard what was rotting ? Where have they hidden the rest? How is it I know they are plotting To serve me up to my own guests?
If I was never good, Was I always bad? If I was never happy, Was I always sad? If I was never pleased, Was I always mad? If I was never forgiven I wish you had
If I could ***** my life onto paper, what would that look like? If I could projectile my being into words, how would it read? If I could splatter myself on canvas like the moonlight Could I finally rip it up and become me?
