This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself 'til
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
The inner room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black
I'm thinking!
This is shut
I wanna be killed with the same
dignity that horses get
When they no longer race
Not at all
Not at all
Im in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black
Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death
Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death
This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself 'til
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Im in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
They are
Just ugly memories
and subjects
That are getting old
