Viscera

I've bottled up my thoughts now they're growing mold and rot
 I can't take it
 Psychosomatic
 This hurt more than I'd like to have had it
 Pull your hands away when you put me on display with my collections of pain
 God damnit
 I can't take it
 Can we really die
 Tear me open to see inside
 Now you can see inside
 Neurotic with a ruined frame
 How do you expect me to stay the same
 It aches
 It breathes
 All we ever do is fucking grieve
 The things I severed could've served me better but I can't take it
 Psychosomatic
 This hurt more than I'd like to have had it
 Pull your hands away from my collections of pain
 Detach and divide
 Tear me open to see inside
 Now cover your eyes
 It wont end when I die
 It wont end when I die