Lyrics Dream - Eric Godlow , Sewerperson

How do I look after the kill?
Blood under my lips, oh, it's fresh still
And you know I was bred to murder 'cause I was born in blood
The moment I was born vagina shot me out into red mud
Real life is not so pretty, so sorry if I'm too strong
I force my fist into the guts of people I had once loved
You got bad luck, bitch, I grew up
And I don't act tough, 'cause I just am tough
Taken into the cult, I was a young boy
Had me playing with human bones like it's new toys, uh
Shaped me into a better man, hmm-mm
Death rattles something like a slow jam to me now
I don't wanna change, I'm the man I'm supposed to be
I dig into his nasal cavity just like it's groceries
Mad man, I'm the mad man I was meant to be
Death comes for everyone, I'm just helping him with the casualties
Heart rate clocked at like eighty something always
Come into my home I keep fingers in the hallways
Heads over my bed and some hearts on the bed spread
Meds I ain't take on my desk, why do I keep them?
I don't know, really like I don't know
Maybe it just makes me feel responsible
Liquid on my sheets from aorta valves
Honestly, it's too late, you can't help me now
Third eye opened like Asura, lemme help you
I could bring you back to Earth right now
I think I am one with Earth right now, yeah
Look at me when I open my shirt right now
Curses on my back and from the belt down
I'll try to kill 'em softly but I break down
I wish I had figured out the way out
I hop dreams, feel my heart, feel my heart beat
It is not there but I breathe
Life is not fair but I breathe
Ripping out hair, pulling out teeth
I do not care for the weight on me
It is too cold when this Far East
Hope you might know how to save me