I feel dissipated and dry
I'm dying... I'm dead...
Without rhyme without rhythm
It's insanity in my head
Bloated fucking tongue, DEAD
It had a life of its own
Said things I didn't want to say
Now still as a stone
I'm cornered in both time and space
In a jelly dark and hostile
I feel vulnerable and trapped
You won't see me smile
I'll be screaming on my way out
My past was robbed from me
A stinking grub in an inky rot
My eyes are open but cannot see
These rickety legs aren't mine
Neither is this monstrous shape
I feel horribly alien, terribly bloated
Now I can never escape
The joints are all off socket
It's excruciating to be me
When you're mad, but not dead
The mind is the worst place to be
