My chronic ghost pain comes to the fore Like a trap door that opens inward Can't hide my stuff in boxes stored Need to cry out my woe to get onward Get on, I get on I gonna spend this day playing discords Get on, I get on I gonna spend this day playing discords A birthmark I can't get rid of I crack my lord I crack my lord I can't guard My every part I crack my lord I crack my lord Play hide and seek in the outpatient ward They call my body state of the art I'm using medicine to feel assured And tracing body lines unexplored A birthmark I can't get rid of I crack my lord I crack my lord I can't guard My every part I crack my lord I crack my lord