Take The Chemicals To Meet

when you ask me how i'm doing,
do you really wanna know?
i'm fucked up and not well at all.
i've watched the ground ?? dissolve.

i've got secrets in my stomach
eating holes straight through my flesh
the blood's all getting to my head.
i've grown tired of clinging up my mast.

take the chemicals to meet the sun
burn up all the shit that i've become.
when you're ready to leave, you won't tell anyone.

may god be there to hold me when i wake up.