I see the crows overhead, I'm a half dead man
Smell of Satan on my skin, I'll try to shake it if I can
I still feel the burns on my hands
Bits of broken bone fragments littered all over my land
The smell of old blood is in the fabrics of my rags
Get me soap, get me stitches, get me sanitary pads
I might need some Vicodin
It's been hard to sleep these days
See the crows overhead, yet, still I remain
Bought myself a little time to keep playing in this game
Like, I'm reborn, but we're all on borrowed minutes
Fishing for a smile trying to wipe away my grimace
Still the smell of old blood is in the fabrics of my rags
Bought a brand new fit with them Yves Saint Laurent tags
I might need some Vicodin
It's been hard to sleep these days
(Flush flush the pills from my veins)