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I feel sick because I am sick And I feel weak because I haven't eaten in a week And I feel gray, I feel big. But it's alright, it's ok, I'll live. My teeth feel so thin Why can't it be my heavy fucking skin? And my hair is going the drain I feel tired and angry and sick I can't complain. There are stripes across my chest They extend from my back to my breasts And in the back of my wrists, they're all bit And I promise I'll try not to shake when I sit. My throat burns and my hands itch And my cheeks, they stick out a bout a half and inch And I black out when I stand up And you tell me that I'll disappear? I don't give a fuck. I'm in love with what I'm seeing but now I need it more I will expel all this garbage from this fucking heavy whore And it will come out lighter than it ever was before And the angels from the heavens will bring me to the Lord, Letras de cancionesAnd he will say: (Beautiful) Bones! Scale! Salt of the earth! Amen! From Letras Mania