I'm feeling down, me I'm down, touch me I'm feeling down, me I'm down, touch me
What kind of God is this? Gave me the bitch Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of Sloppy a fork, so Chris gotta feed her To numb to cum, sometimes she piss I eat her
I her, keep her head up even though I gotta hold it up for her And she seizure she try and get up I know I'm perking her but stop what's hurting her No sleep with her all night, I'm thinking of murking her
Her parents paid for the and left state signing the contract, do not resuscitate Yellin' for I dip in the morphine to calm me I'm known in town as the creep into zombies
I can't get sound you make out of my head I can't even figure out making it I can't get sound you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it
Stare in her eyes to look horror Morphine tolerated, I'm out horse tranq for her Like I have to go through hell again Her is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
With each one of her defined my crib's designed To keep the light out she can't lift the blinds behind, I'll be outta friends soon Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his
She's alive and taking life from me With no but the meningitis is still hungry to make love But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we drugs
I can't get that sound you make out of my I can't even figure out making it I can't get that sound you make out of my I can't figure out what's making it
She's cold as a corpse and still holding the Up in the air like, one day the is yours Took the IV out her wrist to give me a kiss Before I tasted her lips, she dislocated her
Started shaking couldn't her no medication To scared to beat on her in fear It'd cave in Death waved and each time leaves her In a coma, for a week, to wake up to more
But this time ain't like the I can see right through her chest And see her heart ain't got no beats left Then a voluptuous ghost falls a host Looking like she did in high school then when I get close
I can't get that you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it I can't get sound you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it
I'm feeling down, me I'm down, touch me I'm down, touch me I'm down, touch me