Glass Shards in a Lung

GLASS SHARDS IN A LUNG

Ha… Look at me.
It’s almost like I could look free.
(but looking glass lies don’t fool me)
Take a look – Taste me.
Rub your tongue on me, filthy.
Can you believe this?

“Do you think of killing yourself?”
Well take a look at me – Can’t you see?
I’ll send postcards from hell, maybe.

No, no – You don’t know me.
You don’t feel the filth in me.
You don’t see – Downright nasty.
Rubbing pain on wounds, filthy…
Can you believe this?

Impure and ugly.
Well THEY fucked my childhood – not me.
THEY pulled out and entered me.
WAS I ALLOWED TO BE FREE?
WAS IT EVER UP TO ME?
FUCK ME AND CALL ME WHORE…
PRETEND IT’S ME WHO WANTED MORE.
Well fucking guess what? It was.
I was a child, I was filthy.
But I still had purity.
YOU SCREWED AWAY MY SANITY.

Today, I am…
Anything less I cannot be…
Thoughts chased away purity:
And I am impure and filthy.

I know your names.
I know your names.
I know your names.