(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
I'm wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on the life
By the skin o'my teeth
My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jar of sleeping pill
On the dresser in my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time
The white lights, a train
Bearing down on me
Solo - Friedman
I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget to
Ooh, close the drawer
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