Why don't you taste my mangy heart
Before I make you eat a piece
Taste my mangy heart before you have a feast
Why don't you savor all the flavors
Of uncertainty in me
Lost in lust that's sure to rust the gums and teeth
Am I free to think I'd die
And you would be beside of me?
You'll be crying as I'm beeping while I breathe
And as I breathe in slower breaths
And fall into your sleepless depths
I'm dreaming you would pull the plug
So that I'd know there's nothing left
Why don't you slingshot all my ashes
To the depths of outer space
Carve a psalm I don't believe upon my vase
If you're still alive I'll leave a cup of ashes
Tuned to taste
With a bucket full of tar to take my place
Chug the contents of the sludge
To find some semblance of peace
Chuck the bucket down the grates along the streets
I knew years ago never felt that
I could give my best
But I still feel I never got that,
Now I know there's nothing left
And you know there's nothing left
And you know there's nothing left
You want to watch me die for you
I want to watch you watch me die for you
You want to watch me die for you
I want to watch you watch me die for you
