Karma Accomplished - Wretched

My intestines tangled, I’m tempted to rip them out

Throw them at my doctor, Sick with pick one

Crones or karma.

Crones or karma

God I am imperfect, and it’s your stubborn fault

Your arrogant boast, your highly priced Heaven

My stomach hanging out, Feel the tendons pop

The relief is coming

I did this myself, I had no savior, I am responsible

Damning your prayers, secretly saving them in vain

And the story goes there’s no way to stop what’s

Coming, Your years of drugs and carlessness say it all

From the dawn of my Measly adult existence

I fight to keep my

Head somewhat on an even scale

It’s not an easy thing to accomplish

But become strong by breaking everything

Lay there cold like a stuck pig, I’m conscious and

They have no idea… Slice, into numb flesh

My eyes have to run

Lay there, strapped down, own protection

Suffocating, For a moment death is emulated

Lay there strapped down death is emulated

I did this myself, I had no savior, I am responsible…