Put me to sleep and let me Wake up without a memory I cannot stand the eyes of judgment Staring through me It's like lead on my chest Concrete around my feet A sword down my throat And poison on my tongue Burn it off Burn it off Burn it off Burn it off It has taste! For too long my teeth kept secrets From escaping my tongue For too long my teeth kept secrets From escaping my tongue So bring your scalpels and cut away So bring your scalpels and cut away I cannot settle for mediocrity It is a leech Burn it off I have no lover, I've buried them all I sleep on a blood soaked mattress: luke-warm