And I cry until I bleed   And red is all I see   Holding on, dead and gone      No miracle rehearsed   Could take away this curse   Swollen eyes, hung to dry      Lose your last hope, beginning to choke   All I can take is thrown in my face   I know you mean well, but I'm not well      And these bones are caving it   No spirit left within   Fading fast, never last      And the stench is strong   Of memories gone   Wearing thin and losing Jim      Lose your last hope, beginning to choke   All I can take is thrown in my face   I know you mean well, but I'm not well      And the stench is strong   Of memories gone   Wearing thin and losing Jim