I´m not myself, I am
A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand
This is not how health should feel
Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly

I´m dead now, check my chest and you´ll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I´m dead now, can you hear the relief
As life´s belligerent symphony´s finally cease, oh

I put my heart where my mouth is
Now I can´t thumb it down again
I´ve gone deviled my kidneys
Now he´s living inside of me
If we can´t bring an exorcist
I´ll settle for one of your stiffest drinks
We´ll scream hell towards heaven´s door
And now I´ll piss on your front porch

I´m dead now, check my chest and you´ll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I´m dead now, can you hear the relief
As life´s belligerent symphony´s finally cease, oh
We´re all dead now, join hands and we´ll sing
To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin

There´s something wrong with me
There´s something wrong with me

There´s something wrong with me
And it reads nothing like poetry
So will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies?
There is something wrong with me
Oh, there´s something wrong with me
Oh, it reads nothing like poetry
Oh will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies?
There is something wrong with me