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,   And he will say:      (Beautiful) Bones!   Scale!   Salt of the earth!   Amen!