where you come from how do you know where you re going body parts blowing all over leaving pieces every time blood on the walls and the floor of the shithouse where i laid my head to sleep a while veins filled with junk looking like a drunk everyday i m dying why wait find the end avoid the center the center is void cause everyday i m dying going faster down going downhill now diving down deeper deeper my head is pounding are you coming to meet me are you coming to meet me i think i ll go now diving down deeper and deeper and deeper