David Lee

Hum Alone

dead according to the feds
said I never should've fed the urge
to purge my organs of oxy-gen
Gen-osin (side) not that I mind
but behind the line
that defines my mind
is a dirty mental grind
in pain from mental binds
signed in dead vines
that kill me till you're blind
never look behind
Smile while I fill the nile
with a big pile of shit
to fit the pitch
bury your body in the ditch
stich my needles
stich my skin
stich my face on
stich my life
i'm coming undone