Thoughts of violent self-mutilation
Break to shards my concentration
Only cure’s inebriation
Can’t describe the consternation
I am nationless and barbarous
Nails driven through my esophagus
What exactly do you call this shit?
Preposterous, I’m hostile and I want this shit
My hate for life is awesome in its magnitude
Nice fingers, I might cut off a few
Tear the flesh, rip the nerve, spill some blood too
Gouge my eyes with a broken spoon
Break my body, drink my pain
I’m insane, smash my skull and smear the brain
Bend my elbow the wrong way, hear the joint break
Pluck the nails, stick them in my sockets, that’s a sharp gaze
In the wrong way, on the wrong day, with the wrong mane
Marked for torture, you would think I’m Cain
Flood my body with molten metal
This sock puppet’s dancing with the devil
Burnt orifice looking quite disheveled
Flaming flesh cast away reveals a twisted figure
Another dish for God’s dinner
A memory of a broken soul trapped in broken body