Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Who’s gonna be there to make me whole?
I can’t stop the bleeding, looking for a meaning
Throw me a line and bring me back home
Won’t you say something, say something…
My system is dysfunctional, don’t rouse the groggy demon
Breathing water in my lungs, filling my brain with helium
Paralyse the thin blood that clots into a circulatory decline
My taut nerves are snapping at heavy pressure in my spine
Respiration repressed, perspiration drowning perspicacious
Shutting down involuntarily, muscle and bone tearing anxious
If the oxygen doesn’t reach my lungs, and my pulse begins dying
Let my heart finally repose, and let this diseased demon flatline.
It leaves lines and divides, this life can cut like a knife
It leaves lines that divide a before and an after…