Don't you tell me how I feel!
Don't you tell me how I feel!
Don't you tell me how I feel!
You don't know just how I feel!
I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head.
And don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything now, is there?
You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste like that means something.
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice.
And maybe that is all I have?
And maybe this is a cry for help?
He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see.
He tries to tell me what I put inside of me.
He's got the answers to ease my curiosity.
He dreamed a god up and called it Christianity.
She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in.
Sheleaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been.
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin.
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within.
Oh my beautiful liar,
Oh my precious whore.
My disease my infection,
I am so impure.
And if I could just reach you,
maybe I could leave this place.
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