.
Hell
I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many stove trips
Can't find no fingernails
I ate them off cause i was hungry as hell
Can't read, can't clear my mind
So here i go i've got to get into this lifetime
I think i'm gonna build a fence
To keep inside what little sense
The sense of taste
The sense of smell
The sense to sit here & feel like hell
To feel like hell
The sun, the moon, the stars
Is that what you're thinking that you are
As i'll disintegrate over time
If i expect my body to try & keep up with my mind
Today everything's mine
Today everything's mine
Today everything's mine
