Текст песни Dark Lotus - I Hurt Myself
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(Violent J)I jump in a mosh-pit, but I`m aloneBetween four trees I get it onMy brain is hemorhaging, it`s them or meIt aint easy knocking over a treePass out, I wake up, the room is paddedIt would appear I`ve had it, but hold upClothes ripper, wrap `em around my neckAnd choke myself to death, no breathNow I`m out, I`m strapped downWait, I can still move my head aroundI got about 4 inches between the back of my headAnd the metal gurney bed (boom)Slammin` it, retractionsI feel the back of my skull is crackingA broken bone is piercing my brainAnd oh! I just hammered it in(Monoxide Child)I`m sittin` in the dark, talking to myselfWhy does everybody tell me that I need helpI`m in love with pain, I take a needle or a knifeAnd drive that mother fucker through my wind pipeJust might take a razor blade, dip it in some gasSee if I can take a little skin off the calfGrotesque`, I`m a walking body bagAnd when it all heals, I`ll pick the scabs(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)Alone in the casket, buried in the earthSelf-inflicketed wounds, blood stains on my t-shirtKick at the door til` my legs fall offTry to use my head but my skull to softThe pain overwhlems, shootin` through my kidneyBlood rushes out when I stick the shank in meKeep stabbin` and stickin`, a wound opened up againCut off oxygen, take my own life again[Chorus: repeat 2X]Why....tell me why...do you hurt yourselfWhen you know I love you? (Stop Me!)(Marz)Ya try to run up on me, and pull a piece out that beltI smiled, grabbed that shit and shot my fucking selfI staple my tattoos on, see me close eye`dRunnin` in the traffic, just to get my bruise onAn icepick through the head of my dickI might slice up my face & my lipsMy main artery, is beggin` meTo let it float free, grab a razor blade, let it bleed(Shaggy 2Dope)A layer of skin, ooh, I pull it backAnd smooth it back down with one simple smackWednesday nights I got kicked off my bowling leagueJust `cause I show up, bite a bowling ball and leaveYea go ahead, curse me you faggotsSo I throw my legs under moving cars, you got your habbitsI don`t consider it hurtin` myselfIt brings me joy, now shut the fuck up, here! (batter up)(crack)(Jamie Madrox)Cut and slice away with the steak knifeHit myself in the ankle with PVC pipeExact-O-Blade, underneith the finger nailBleed and make another cut, fuckin` might as wellTable spoon of Mortan`s salt in an open woundIf it don`t burn you don`t know what you doin`If you fail, just return to startSelf-defecation, is a beautiful art[Chorus]