Текст: I Hate Myself. Drama In The Emergency Room.

can survive but I don't know if I want to. Turn off the machines. I've sprung a thousand leaks. I can feel everything. Listen. Get your fingers out from under my skin. Just let me lay back and drip. Paste up my parts and I'll be a bedridden Frankenstein with diseased mental faculty, a depression you can't remedy with your scalpels, your stitches and stainless steel, your arrogant medical zeal, I'm bleeding, infected, unsterile, I've got bugs that you can't cure. Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, are you listening? I'm trying to explain something, but you're not listening, like I can't speak.