I'm not myself, I am
A broken boxer, stuffed with glass and sand
This is not how health should feel
Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly
I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief?
As life's belligerent symphony's finally cease, oh
I put my heart where my mouth is
And now I can't thumb it down again
I've gone deviled my kidneys
Now he's living inside of me
If we can't bring an exorcist
I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks
We'll scream hell towards heaven's door
And I'll piss on your front porch
I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief?
As life's belligerent symphony's finally cease, oh
We're all dead now
Join hands and we'll sing
To the glory of hell
And the virtue of sin
O-ooh, oh, oh
O-ooh, oh, oh
O-ooh, oh, oh
O-ooh, oh, oh
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with me
Aah, there's something wrong with me
And it reads nothing like poetry
So will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies?
There's something wrong with me, oh
There's something wrong with me, oh
And it reads nothing like poetry
Aah, you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies
There's something wrong with me
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