"a cry, a wound... a helping hand"

rendering my thoughts they just never fucking end
with a little piece of paper scribbling creatures i adore
my corrupt insides stay lying on the floor
and my little painted pictures confused with being alone
as ya' force me to breathe, i see my vision bleeds!
can ya' help me out for i can never be as brave
and the thoughts that i have set free
nearly destroying my soul
and my mind tells the man, he has all control
but ill fuck it up once more!
and spread my guts all on the floor!
and you can tell that man to screw!
for he is fucking with my skin! well i bet you'll be there waiting just for him! ahhhhh!

my broken smile is braking more and more
functioning like rusty metal to the core
without this pill i wonder, no without you i am through
cause my deepest wounds are placed there by a man
who penetrates inside me, like a vulture eating flesh
i wish that i could stop the pain, but it progresses as i try
mother i hope you hear me, like you hear your children cry
i know your getting weary, and just as well am i
but i am not just some bag of dirt filthy and alone
a raven taught me that before, and made sure im not alone
cause in her heart is where i feel at home!
she's the only one i have to help me stand on my own
when im in danger the crows are there beside my bones
and like a dimwit i will always need advice
as long as your there when i am weak and there when i am strong, cause your all i have to correct me when im wrong!