Flesh Prison

God knows that if we'd ever meet Id break their teeth
So they play these jokes with my body and mind
Blood attacking itself, pain meds not working
Axe that though it's all my meds not working properly
Nails that split like these fucked up lips
Both only happy when I bite them off
Violence in these veins literally and spiritually
Busted doll vibes with these messed up joints
God loves to see me happy in the pain
It's mild, continuous torture at best
And sadistic fuckery at it's basic worst
Yes, let's bless and curse me in one breathe
Let's play chicken as long as this heart beats
Fuck you god, I'll bust those teeth if we ever meet.