Living in my stomach I've been trying to get it out
Now I could pump it but it wouldn't do a thing I'm in a drought
Broken heads collide to make up what I wish was dead
Enough about the dream now tell them what we held behind when we were fed
Fears that interfered with
Lies that intertwined
That f*ckin bitch has come to switch up
Has you stuck behind his eyes
Now why
Would I digest what's indigestible
You tell me of his motives but they're highly deeply questionable
F*ck