Put myself in a hole and cover it up Take every razor on the planet to my wrist Take out my wondering eyes Sew shut my lying lips This transfer of funds and the loss of your trust Plucked from the landfill of desires Stuck on full out intimacy and you’ve grown tired of me. I’ve got some loose rope I spot a thick branch I’m not opposed to going But stay here I can’t You make me feel dead anyways So what’s the point to all this If I can’t scracth my own itch Run the tube from the back through the window crack Play some music and breathe my very last It was a slow burn and some of it was a blast You said yourself this was all a set back Still never recovered from the times past Stuck on nailing me to the cross I just wanted my spiritual salad tossed I’ve got some loose rope I spot a thick branch I’m not opposed to going But stay here I can’t You make me feel dead anyways So what’s the point to all this If I can’t scracth my own itch I’ve got a thick neck I spot a low branch Won’t have to drop far Won’t have to be a man Anymore. Thank God for this. Not anymore No more disappointment No more suffering No more anything No more anything No more anything