Broken Neck

I play trick or treat in the hospital halls
Pink and pastel blue, I’m bouncing off the walls
I’d like to calculate every swollen bone
But I’m strapped inside myself countless hours alone
It’s blind men, diseased
Pills and scripts, they push me
Towards, telephones, call anyone with hope
Of sculpting life as it was
They strip to check my broken neck, I’m doped
Do they think it’s a trick
That I pull when I’m sick
But I swear to you, it’s true
Yes I swear to you, it’s true
Yes I swear to you, it’s true
Yes I swear to you, it’s true
Swim through the afterbirth, while giant veins offend
I’m stretching the skin, 'til it splits
They strip to check my broken neck, I’m doped
Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood
Put your hand
On my chest
Hold your breath
Broken neck
But I swear to you
It’s true
I want some kind of miracle
To split, separate
The addict and the parasite
My abstract creates
And I know you will appreciate me in any way
But the pathosis it strips my bones
Just for the holidays