Save Yourself

I might be dying sooner when I fight these nightly tumors
 I assume it's likely to in times in spite my dicey psyche
 You know the drill, bite me, screwdrivers to get me railed
 Until I'm hammered enough to fall asleep on beds of nails
 So take that hacksaw and saw this hack into a thousand pieces
 Put it in your mouth and teeth it, chew it 'til it's ground between 'em
 Drain my blood and use it when you write a page
 Describe the taste and tell me if I'm truly worth the ground I sleep in
 It's the semi-psychotic Henny and vodka mix
 With some Remy Martin and a medley of monster flicks
 I'm on a mission for the ending of all of this
 I'm contradictive, full of empty intoxicants
 I'm a desperate, desolate mess of skeletons
 Who second guesses questions, intentions when all the messages
 Mix and sections of skin are left dissecting your ribs, infected
 With pestilent hexes that exorcists fix, so check it
 I got two bad hands and still built this house of cards
 Just an average jack-up in the club who thinks he found a heart
 But I don't go to clubs and don't believe in love
 Or holding hearts in grips unless this fist is into which it's bleeding from
 It's bleeding from, it's bleeding from, it's bleeding from
 I look into the bleeding sun and whisper with my bleeding tongue
 All my poems are telling that the bleeding's fun
 Until this carcass reaches heartless, telling me the bleeding's done
 Stars, they come and go
 They come fast or slow
 They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
 And all you see is-
 Everything I know that's real
 After birth, there's just afterbirth
 And after that's the aftermath and consequences
 'Cause after life there's nothing that's after death
 And after death there's no afterlife
 And you'll agree that eulogies and afterwords are
 Words, after birth from aftershocks
 And afternoons of afterthoughts
 So after you, I'll follow you to Acheron
 And after all, while you can't just save yourself
 From this place in Hell I'll say farewell until the sun decays
 With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy poachers dug our graves
 Stop the sleep talking, walking, we've all been in coffins
 Hostage to cautious responses, solemn and lost in the nonsense
 Often I follow my conscience, bottle and swallow my problems
 Wallow in hollow with processes, toxic hostile menages
 It's just another itchy finger that I know expects to pull it
 And I'm in the line of fire every time you're sweatin' bullets because
 (These nights) it's getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)
 When everything is haunting me
 Until I take my heart and squeeze it 'til the bleeding stops
 (Speak to God), but I'd rather go and (reach the stars)
 So I could pluck one out the sky to navigate inside this shallow grave
 If I can't find my way back home
 Know that I'm safe in these catacombs
 I stand alone in the window with the casket closed
 And latch to hold the stack of bones
 Yeah this ship is on the path I roam, but that's just home