Pick your cancer;
choose your own disease.
There are no more answers -
find your own reality.

You’re my chemical addiction -
waiting for the acid to burn through;
so you can cry out to God – or no one…
Just let the alcohol define the new you.

Beat me. Scar me. You know that I deserve it.
I need degradation to be complete.
I exist for humiliation -
So give me something to regret.

Drained of each perfection.
I can no longer fall.
I’m completely yours…
–Emotionless–
I’m yours.

Drug the cancer.
(You have no disease)
Choke all of the answers.
There is no reality…