Consciousness revives when a needlelike pain erupts from the pores
Iron in blood, blood on iron
A wound becomes a void
Feel my finger press through the stitches
A crowbar of flesh
Every person has stories to tell, so I tear out all pages one by one
The final chapter ends in my two hands
Show me to your funeral, I'll show you how to rot
You tell yourself to breathe slow
Hide underneath the bed and hope that nobody knows
Waste away in flesh
I know you've tried your best
Dwell in a hole, and rot with the rest
Persistence outdone
Nowhere for you to run
Looking down at a barrel of a gun
There is no escape from the strangers lurking
I can't run away when the crows are perching
The murder would cure my decay
Murder would cure my decay
And now I rot
And now I rot
I am the corpse of a murderer
And now I rot
And now I rot
Now I rot