My body was trying to tell me something

Deep down a whimper of "enough is enough" escapes, but I swallow it down again

I am the fluke inside that holds this weak frame together

I am the urge you fight but can't quell forever

I am the fluke inside that holds this weak frame together

I am the urge you fight but can't quell forever

Died wild eyed beneath a misty gray sky

Visited only by a single lonesome fly

Died wild eyed beneath a misty gray sky

Visited only by a single lonesome fly

A death as poetic as a drunken stupor

That led to a cracked skull in an empty hole

One last shower to cleanse a life of sin

That clings close hidden, just beneath the skin

Parasites we can feel crawling and wriggling

Try scratching, rubbing, and picking them with a shout

I used to think I was clever but now I know better