You Would Not Want To Be Me

My head is spinning I'm not in control The body is alive But the mind dissolves Pushing forward through this, alone I have to live until this body is gone I will get through this My will be done With bread and water That feed the hunger Hands are shaking I can't take anymore Vision shrinking I collapse on the floor Waking up in a pool, of sweat Wondering if I'm dead yet I will get through this My will be done With bread and water That feed the hunger It's happening again I'm becoming something else Until I rot inside the ground (this is what we've left) I've figured all of it out And I'm no longer kind enough to spare you any guilt We do this to ourselves Slipping lower I am inside of the earth I am dead forever Bury me in the mud and filth I am pure You cannot take away what I have done The impression has been burnt in My being will remain forever