Dead Vows Off My Chest
Oh, please remove the stones from my boney chest
so I can pull the bloody knives out of my back.
I need to spit out more than blood, need to get it out.
Need to vomit more than once.
Gasping for breath to get it off my chest.
Knives are still in there and it hurts.
It hurts like hell.
Can I ever be the same with fixed ribs?
Without a wounded back.
Knives are still in there and it hurts, it hurts.
Oh, please remove it!