Falling Apart

(Phone Voicemail)
 Steve, what's up man, It's me
 Listen, I'm really sorry about today man
 I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but I feel like shit
 I'm telling you man, my fuckin organs hurt
 I don't know what the hell I'm going through
 I'm gonna go home, lay down, and try to get some rest man
 I hope I can come in tomorrow
 Fuck man
 I have a headache, my brain feels dead
 I got home and sat on my bed
 Kicked my shoes off, I see my toes are cracked
 I tried to wiggle em and three of em snapped right off
 I stood up but now my walk is crooked
 I went to piss, nothing came out, I shook it
 And pulled it, it snapped right off in my hand
 What the fuck is happening? I don't understand
 My hair is falling out, my body's sore
 I threw up on the bathroom floor
 What the hell is that? Looks like a kidney or one of my guts
 I'm staring at it when half my vision shuts off
 My eye fell out and rolled in the sink I look in the mirror, the hole is pink
 I'm trying to hold myself together, impossible task
 My only question, how long will I last?
 I, I, I, I, I, I'm falling apart
 What's become of me?
 I'm falling apart...
 I was running down the stairs when my leg gave out
 Snapped off at the knee, what's this about?
 My fingers are breaking off, one by one
 Where's all the blood? I don't see none
 I'm hopping on my good leg, I make it down to the kitchen
 My other eye's coming loose, fuckin my vision
 I'm thinking about stabbing myself to get it done
 Something's in my mouth, I spit out my tongue
 I tried to pick a knife up, my fingers are gone
 I hopped outside and fell on the lawn
 There goes my other leg, my left arm as well
 Still throwing up guts, my personal hell
 I'm laying on my back, I see the crows above me
 My right arm breaks off, what's left of me?
 How did this happen? I came undone
 A pile of meat, baking under the sun
 I, I, I, I, I, I'm falling apart
 What's become of me?
 I'm falling apart...