when you ask me how i'm doing,ndo you really wanna know?ni'm fucked up and not well at all.ni've watched the ground i stand on dissolve.nni've got secrets in my stomachneating holes straight through my flesh.nthe blood's all getting to my head.ni've grown tired of cleaning up my mess.nntake the chemicals to meet the sun;nburn up all the shit that i've become.nwhen you're ready to leave, you won't tell anyone.nngod, be there to hold me when i wake up.n