I bet you all see me as some sort of f*cking circus act
Well, pull your own punches, cause it'll be my own body that breaks me down
Shadows of those who loomed around
No, I don't remember faces, I remember all of their sounds
Like shards of glass in the invertebrae of my back
And all of the words on their tongues, they spit and it turns to ash
There was nothing at all and nothing to feed
And nothing to gain from watching me crawl, from watching me bleed, from watching me fall
Did it entertain you all
Seeing the sewing pins left in my wounds
The fabric of my mind, battered and bruised
Oh