Cannibal

I know that something is off
My lungs don't exhale anything but charcoal
My doctor said I was fine
I guess it's my therapist who's eating my brain

My amygdala, my temporal lobe
Suddenly I don't wanna survive this anger

I know what you're gonna say
I'm hearing noises, I'm seeing things moving
You'll wonder what have got to me
Smiling at me, that cynic fucking persona

I see no ink blots
Only a splattered spine
My veins pumping charcoal
To spit out this poison

Cut my motor cortex in redress shaped pieces
A clockwork to replace the
Empty space of your desert sweetly citric end
I know your brain's producing

Too much oxytocin
To compensate this hate
Gimme my diagnosis, a cortisol booster
I don't fear you at all

I feel rotting inside out
My skin is cold and my heart is stopping
My nails are yellowing fast
And teeth soon will get soft from the acid

There's something wrong with me
With this improper ill body
All that floods my mind shrink my lips
Full of venom tasting bitter

What do you think of me?
With this unnethical relish
While you cut my skin cautiously
Give it a purpose more meaningful than this

Take my eyes and my forearm but bite carefully
My skin may be too tender
I hope you like sour tastes and that I don't melt
In your acidity

Could you fix this with a patch?
Even if seems hopeless
I pour dopamine on you
To make up for your hate

Take my empathy and care but eat carefully
I don't need those no more
They weren't working anymore and I hope it stays
So you don't absorb it

So used to be called monster
Nobody will notice
If you can't fix your heartache
And this title ain't for you