| My kidneys scrape my back | |
| My lungs get hard and crack | |
| My heart's trying to hide | |
| Sandpaper on my insides | |
| And this is not a joke | |
| There's nothing in my mouth, but | |
| I feel like | |
| I'm gonna choke. | |
| I tried to tell the doctor, but he just misunderstood | |
| The way I'm feeling | |
| And it ain't no good. |