why am i this way? tell me why? why am i this way? why? open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infections time. I feel so faint as my life spills over you. back step over glass as I repent. I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me. go! I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you´ll pray for me. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. I´m premature in my decay. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you´ll pray for me. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Shards of glass swimming in my eyes. A small voice in the back of my mind that´s whispering words I never want to hear. I pray that you won´t hesitate, as you watch me degenerate, to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
yeah! I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you´ll pray for me. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. I´m premature in my decay. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you´ll pray for me. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. My suffocation, asphyxiation. I´ve been choking on my own blood. My suffocation, asphyxiation. I´ve been choking on my own blood. I´m so sick, so sick of myself. Mother, say you´ll pray for me.