Based On December's Nausea

This intertwining stomach virus ain't enough for me.
I'd like to see my eyes fall out,
I want my blood to leak.
I'd like to see this misery last only for awhile,
Until every time I cough up blood
I crack a crooked smile.

My skin is gray, my heart is wax
I've lost the bones inside my neck.
It's sad to say that my brain's not dead,
I've lost the fluid in my back.

The smoke in me is fiberglass,
It tears my lungs, this Newport pack
I'll suck your dick 'cause I'm fucked up
I guess I'll say that that's enough.
I don't want you inside of me
Unless you pay for the abortion, see
I'm not myself, obviously.
I guess I'll just get out and leave.

So follow me, and say you'll change
But reality hit me then it said
You'd suck some dirt and ask it's change?
Go inside and wash your hands.
Your a dirty drunk whore, that's all you'll ever be.
So hit the road with him and leave.
'Cause kids like you aren't wanted here,
You'll get shot dead, we won't shed a tear.

And in the end, it's me that's left
No whore, no dirt, no fucking context.
No money, no friends, no family, no food,
Who needs to eat when their stomach's chewed.
You do? You do.
Then move it along.
All you fucking faggots are what did me wrong.