Dying On The Blue Cross
by Dearborn SS· from Dearborn SS EP
Feed me. Poison me. I was born, I was fed, I was taught to relish all their poisons. I was born, I was fed, I was taught to chew their cancer and swallow it, satiated. Feel sick all the time - legs hurt, no energy, tired, headache. Doctor says there's nothing wrong. "Here take these pills." Years of careless choices coursing through my viens and no one to take the blame. "Here's the check." I cast away their suicide strategy and start to taste again. I was born, I was fed, I was taught to pay to harm myself. I was born, I was fed, I was taught to ignore the pain, no explanation needed. Feel hungry, what a nuisance. What's quick, what's cheap, what's easy? Never mind the knot in my stomach - it goes away. The story unfolds but horror falls upon deaf ears. It's time to hear.