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Cut the eyes out of my head |
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tear my tongue out if I speak,if I speak |
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raise up your camera razor lights |
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feed the evil and the weak,feed the weak |
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hear me now, |
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my tongue is in your ear |
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the center of your body is the place I hide the fear of loss |
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of suicide |
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Suck the hatred from my mouth |
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raise the dead man |
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that you found,that you found |
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Silver black mud in my lungs |
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leave me down here wasted with the useless and the stone |
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leave me now as I choke and writhe |
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but feel my body stuck upon the dull and silent knife |
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of my suicide |
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remove my face from in the mirror |
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sift my hair into the fire |
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mock me for the suffering I fake |
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leave me naked on the carpet |
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leave my drunken body splayed |
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see me now |
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my broken fingers search your mouth |
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for the drugged and senseless words that are seducing me back home |
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in to my suicide |
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I hate you all for what I've done |
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I hate you for the texture and the color of your skin |
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I hate your whispered breath upon my neck |
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I hate you for your love |
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and I hate you for your sex |
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feel me now |
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I'm growing in your insides |
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the warm feelings that you bring |
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contain the seeds now flowering |
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into my suicide |