My fingers start to crumbleMy spine is decomposingA stream of burning maggotsRunning down my throatMy skin is talking at meBut I don’t know the languageIf only I could dieI would have a reason⦠to stay aliveFind a way outFind a way – got to get awayFind a way out – I’ve got to break outI’ll find a wayMy lungs are filled with poisonThere’s acid in my veinsMy flesh is slowly meltingMy tendons are like chainsThe taste of filthy earthPenetrates my tongueIf only I could dieI would have a reason⦠to stay aliveFind a way outFind a way – got to get awayFind a way out – I’ve got to break outI’ll find a wayMind-bending bliss, raping my soulSwallowing existence in a dirty sucking hole_______________________________________by Dickinson (dickinson@notech.us)