Open my new rebirth
Nail in my brain, blacked out month
Lights and sounds gnawing my face
Dissociating in every place
Taxidermy me
When I die
Give me wings
Make me fly
By the way, I'm picking my scabs again
What's wrong with picking old skin?
We're bound by our egos
So just scratch and let go
Taxidermy me
When I die
Give me wings
Make me fly
A new rebirth
Crawling
Giving
Birth