stick thin paper skin
stick thin paper skin sometimes I let my demons win.
tears falling mother's bawling
tears falling mother's bawling I ignore my stomach calling
eyes burn throat churns
eyes burn throat churns hold on, it's not your turn
bloodied fingers gazes linger
bloodied fingers gazes linger I submit to my hell bringer
meek voice weak willed
meek voice weak willed this is something I've instilled
empty inside nowhere to hide
empty inside nowhere to hide in this hollow stomach my comfort resides.