Scabs

Open my new rebirth Nail in my brain, blacked out month Lights and sounds gnawing my face Dissociating in every place Taxidermy me When I die Give me wings Make me fly By the way, I'm picking my scabs again What's wrong with picking old skin? We're bound by our egos So just scratch and let go Taxidermy me When I die Give me wings Make me fly A new rebirth Crawling Giving Birth