Sadistik, Kid Called Computer - Save Yourself lyrics

I might be dying sooner when
I fight these nightly tumors
I assume it’s likely to in times
In spite my dicey psyche you know the drill
Buy me screwdrivers to get me railed
Until I’m hammered enough to fall
Asleep on beds of nails
So take that hacksaw and saw this
Hack into a thousand pieces
Put it in your mouth and teeth it
Chew it ’til it’s ground between ‘em
Drain my blood and use it
When you write a page
Describe the taste and tell me if I’m
Truly worth the ground I sleep in
It’s the semi-psychotic Henny and vodka mix
With some Remy Martin and a
Medley of monster flicks
I’m on a mission for the
Ending of all of this
I’m contradictive, full of empty intoxicants
I’m a desperate, desolate mess of skeletons
Who second guesses questions
Intentions when all the messages
Mix and sections of skin are
Left dissected and ripped, infected
With pestilent hexes that exorcists fix
So check it i got two bad hands and still
Built this house of cards
Just an average Jack up in the Club
Who thinks he found a Heart
But, I don’t go to clubs
And don’t believe in love
Or holding hearts in grips unless this fist
Is into which it’s bleeding from
It’s bleeding from, it’s bleeding from
It’s bleeding from
I look into the bleeding sun and
Whisper with my bleeding tongue
All my poems are telling
That the bleeding’s fun
Until this carcass reaches harvest
Telling me the bleeding’s done

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light of the sun
All in a blaze everything I know that's real

After birth, there’s just afterbirth
And after that’s the
Aftermath and consequences
‘Cause after life there’s nothing
That’s after death
And after death there’s no afterlife
And you’ll agree that eulogies and afterwords
Are…words, after-burn from aftershocks
And afternoons of afterthoughts
So after you, I’ll follow you to Acheron
And after all
While you can’t just save yourself
From this place in Hell I’ll say
Farewell until the sun decays
With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy
Poachers dug our graves
The silence is talking, walk-in
We’ve all been in coffins
Hostage to cautious responses
Solemn and lost in the nonsense
Often I follow my conscience
Bottle and swallow my problems
Wallow in hollow with processes
Toxic hostile menages
It’s just another itchy finger that I
Know expects to pull it
And I’m in the line of fire
Every time you’re sweating bullets
Because… (these nights) it’s getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)
When everything is haunting me
Until I take my heart and squeeze
It ’til the bleeding stops (Speak to God)
But I’d rather go and (reach the stars)
So I could pluck one out the sky
To navigate inside this shallow grave
If I can’t find my way back home
Know that I’m safe in these catacombs
I stand alone in the window
With the casket closed
And latch to hold the stack of bones
Yeah this ship is on the path I roam
But that’s just home