There's nothing inside of me
I'm just a bag of skin with nothing withing
And my bones are crumbling
It's painstackingly arousing
To feel these things inside of me
And it starts to come between
Tearfucker is there something wrong with me.
And all I see is grey
And everything taste the same
So there's no point buying your five dollar latte
And is this all I wanted
To feel nothing at all
Or to feel every prick of every word I said
Tearfucker is there something wrong with me
I push my blood and my bones out the eye of my dick
And when I open my mouth I just scream out piss
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