under this and held by
swimming in my rug
reconstruction takes a long time
there's a detour in my mind

just cut it off
and all of my
problems are solved

thrust my fingers down my throat
til they're coming out my ass
pull myself inside out
and throw me in the trash

condemned by isolation
an outcast of loneliness
no anchor on my soul
the sea now sweeps me away

just cut it off
and all of my
problems are solved

thrust my fingers down my throat
til they're coming out my ass
pull myself inside out
and throw me in the trash

not yet

no help from you