{J.G. Thirwell)

I've gotten to the point where I believe everything I say

I got a BIRTHMARKDEATHMASK shaped like the USA

SEE ME SQUIRM with the sins of a nation see me

RUN ROUND IN CIRCLES of bitter frustration

My neckties turned into a hangman's noose, I'd cry in pain if the tearducts

could cut me loose

My head's turned to rust... My skull's about to split

I can't get rid of this EMOTIONAL SHIT!

KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!

I got hangnails on my hangnails... Visions of the blackhooded hangman's noose

Every time I close my fingers (I) try to use my nailclippers to cut me loose

My cuticles are screaming for MERCY... Fingernails are bitten to the quick

and the DEAD

My head's turned to RUST... My skull's about to SPLIT

I CAN