I, the Rope Eater

You’re hardly sitting right next to my thoughts
Your gut is leaving on the edge of my self-destruct
If I could sleep all-night, I would tell to myself. Saying:
«I cannot drown this long, I never said I want.»
Wo Yeah
No walking down the stairs, crap through your throat
Shit is open out, and I’m having a rope
If I could sleep all-night, I would save to myself. sayin':
«I could have died this long; I never write that wrong.»
I can’t help myself from, needing, here all night long in the sun
I can’t waste my best from, leaving hypo critic
Please to say, burdened brave
Human way