I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many stove trips
Cant find no fingernails
I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell
Cant read, cant clear my mind
So here I go Ive got to get into this lifetime
I think Im gonna build a fence
To keep inside what little sense
The sense of taste
The sense of smell
The sense to sit here and feel like hell
To feel like hell
The sun, the moon, the stars
Is that what youre thinking that you are
As Ill disintegrate over time
If I expect my Body to try and keep up with my mind
Today everythings mine
Today everythings mine
Today everythings mine
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