Besedila: Mary Magdalan. Pity Girl. Rage.

I'm talking 2 myself again whispers little noises
even when I'm stoned I'm hearing voices
arguing decisions with these petty little bitches
who won't leave me alone
itching in my throat 2 speak these things I think I shouldn't say
U shouldn't stay just let me go I told U so jus get away
now U know I'm not OK I'm not OK I'm not OK

I've sniffed smoked copped coke
spent my life in a cloud of smoke coughed choked overdosed
woke up in a hospital and I thought it was destiny
2 die with a needle next 2 me
be like mommy U can't calm me I've made a fuckin mess of me
I'm so depressed I'm burning I'm obsessed with me
jus turnin in my sleep its hurting as I bleed I think I cut too deep

I wanna sedate I'm bottlin hate and I'm filled up with rage
I've fallen from grace somebody take me away cuz
I'm filled up with rage

No more ether spoons or glass half moons
huffing glue in crowded rooms I'm so consumed
with my psychiatrist who sparks psychotic fits
with pills and pills and pillsa shit
Substances 4 illnesses hurry quick go get my kit
I need a muthafuckin fix

Here I go anotha bend anotha binge with my syringe
where I've been I've no idea what's tangled in my dirty hair
strip me down 2 vacant stare little girl alone and scared
knowing that I need U there but U don't care
I hate U like I hate myself I will erase U as U cradle me in filth
Holy Spirit Holy Ghost noose is tied up 2 the post
pulsing blood is rushing Lord I'm coming karma comatose

I wanna sedate I'm bottlin hate and I'm filled up with rage
I've fallen from grace somebody take me away cuz
I'm filled up with rage

I feel like dying I feel like dying I feel like dying
I feel like dying dying I feel like dying fuckin dying
I feel like dying dying dying dying dying
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
DIE