What Doesn't Kill Me

More pain, blood and gasoline All stream through the paper reams Rage, spit out the morphine What doesn't kill me Scar the sick and beat the weak Bash my head against the wall Battered eyes, all I see is What doesn't kill me What doesn't kill me, makes me me Try to see through me, Try and reach inside The fire that rages within Will burn you alive I learned to need the heat The vtriol it ignites Seeps out from my throat Burning all, that doesn't kill me What doesn't kill me, makes me me Kill me it will Only make me Drown and beat Maime, scar Behead me Spite my way Out of this grave These steel restraints They only make me This hell is of my design My life drains from my Heart my Soul, on death row Until tomorrow, I won't Obey the grind Obey the grind