I can eat, bitch I can drink, bitch I can breathe, bitch I still can swallow I can feel, bitch I can dream, bitch As I don’t lie with face down in mud My roof’s kept high Tear it off, bitch Blow it back, bitch May I come in, calm down Creep, crawl, cry, no courageous revelations from my mouth
All I got’s just «where»’s and «why»’s Put matches in my eyes Stay awake – that’s pretty nice to watch the stars all night
Can you whine right? Are your rhymes right? Does it bleed right? Left, loud enough, terrifying, equalizing all in time
I’m not nervous ‘bout your lies Feel matches, paradise Left alone with fake disease – no one enters my cage
Raging to follow the bluebirds To find the way that’s been burnt Remembering the lines we’ve all learnt – How does it feel to cheat?
It is all fake Down in your lake We are awake And I repeat I can feel, bitch I can steal, bitch I can kill, bitch Dive, drive, drink – deep delirium blows my mind again
I’ve still got just «where»’s and «why»’s Put matches in my eyes Stay awake – that’s pretty nice to watch the stars The same old moans and cries Burn matches in my eyes Can’t explain what keeps me sick and buries me alive