Letra de Death Posture

I've got this twenty-four year itch in my skin My death ensemble My body groans This is the price you pay It sinks to the marrow Where the chemicals don't flow The devil kissed that part of my head with blackened lips Baptize me, pray in your grime Could you ever feel as ugly as me? An unfinished painting Your scattered artwork No wonder my father left High tailed To where the skies are warm No wonder my mother's working To watch her seed bloom I can't see with my eyes open Just let me sleep You've taken the biggest part of me What of the one before me? Could the child have been a flower? A thorn am I to induce bleeding, but the tree yields fruit I've got this twenty-four year itch in my skin My posture of death I can't see with my eyes open Just let me sleep You've taken the biggest part of me Watch my bones bend back Contortionist A pill bottle consolation So I spill my guts on the floorboards, but they never keep my secrets My own face idolized in picture frames gawks at me Now tell me Have you ever seen a boy so ugly? Someday I'll be a man Everyday is blue and grey I'll scrape by the best I can