Lyrics

If you cut out 20 pieces from my limbs and my organs
And served them on a platter and asked me to eat
I wouldn't feel a thing a pain an emotion
And I'd forget what it's like to feel full out of need
If that does speak volumes and it fills you with pity
I've got 20 more sequels and a bookmark for you
So you won't ever lose track of what you've been readin'
When I vomit out the contents the things I just chewed

And I'm serving 20 different consecutive life sentences
One for each other person that I thought I would be
Though I wasn't thrown in some high security prison
I am stuck with my body and the thoughts I could see
And the matter of fact is that this body ain't livin'
It's been dead in the waters since I was 16
So the ghost of my past is now haunting my present
Every time I try to cry blood flows out in streams

Could you teach me how to feel real just once again?
Oh I can only operate under false pretense
Even the words my therapist says they make no sense
And for all the fucked up shit I've seen I could count to ten
They'd still be in my head
I've grown numb to them

I've paid my dues my pocket's empty
Left with a few cents no change for a fifty
Don't come in this house is messy
With all these boxes oh they're heavy

I've paid my rent my pocket's empty
Left with a few cents no change for a fifty
Don't come in this house is messy
With all this baggage oh they're heavy

Could you teach me how to feel real just once again?
Oh I can only operate under false pretense
Maybe the words my therapist says they make some sense
'Cause for all the fucked up shit I've seen I could count to ten
They'd still be in my head
I've grown numb to them