you're a bullet eater, hot magnum clip stuck in your throat, you pull at it and nothing sticks to you cause nothing fazes you, nothing can hurt you, can it boy?
you can let yourself feel so much and nothing can make you wanna take a barrel to your head,
(to take a knife to the heart,)
and carve out the bad parts, the rotten parts, with the silver maggots and, all the bad blood.
how? do you let yourself feel? without falling so damn hard. i guess in another life they would have all envied you, with your kevlar strapped heart, and unfocused eyes, acid reflux attitude.
