Pick up on my nuanced groans
Rip apart my soiled interior walls
Given I'm a sack of bones
Maybe you should have excoriated home?
Till I miss a bit out
Till I miss a bit out
Keep me as a prescient ghost
Watching over the familial
Speak of me in loud, clear notes
I'm the boy who was invisible to all
Let them bleed me
Feed me salt under the table
Feed me salt
Till I miss a bit out
Till I miss a bit out
Till I miss a bit out
Till I miss a bit out
Let them bleed me
Feed me salt under the table
Feed me salt
Let them bleed me
Feed me salt under the table
Feed me salt