The nerve pinched in my neck Is sending needles down my arm Primary victims left two fingers Hand half working do no harm Tiny bleeding stomach shredding Particles that numb my head Sometimes what you think will help you Fucks you up instead Give me every surgery I wanna resurrect Bodies I do not know People I have not met Carve out any cartilage That could lead me to myself Sometimes pain will fuck you up And sometimes it can help Lonely pulsing near convulsing, throbbing innerspace In my body I'm revolting, folding interlaced I will train my bones and muscles to do as they're told Reconcile all of my sections before I am old Fool receptors free endorphins block the re-uptake Sometimes you think pain will help you But you make mistakes