Veins کے بول

Please, slice me open Please, look inside me I'm so unclean So please, cut the sickness out of me There's something in my blood It's something worth concern I know I'm no good I never seem to learn My mother always said That my birth was a curse That I'd bring on such bloodshed I'd make everything much worse Please, slice me open Please, look inside me I'm so unclean So please, cut the sickness out of me I'm so sick Father took a bullet Mother took some pills Sister shot it up Brother drove off a hill I brought death to my family He watches me and salivates I don't know why he hasn't chosen me But every night I call for him and I just wait I'm so sick