Grateful to be dead in this inhospitable hospital

Dying and trying to get let out this cage
Brimming with rage, squirming around in a filthy tomb
They call it a womb and they think I'm alive
The abortions were failed since the first time the needles nailed my antifrail skull
But I'm grateful to be dead at this stage in this inhospitable hospital, diseased room

Clothes hangers and pin pricks stuck through the skin in sin
Back alley doctors in blood stained lab coats
Greedy scum of the earth won't keep me from still born living dead birth
Feeble attempts in eager, weak money grubbing steps
To eliminate what they hate, the truth they can't take

Following the life and death charades
On with the dialectical escapades
The scrapped the lame attempts to kill my dead body
Drunk and dumb and what a relief to be numb

Days and nights and days ensued
No longer consumed with fears of escape
From the needle pricks and chemical-laden
Silver sticks that punctured through my wrist
Releasing a stream of filthy fluid the color of black
A weak pitiful attempt
A materialistically ignorant ineffective lame attack

Drunk and dumb and what a relief to be numb
I straight drunk a fifth of Jack from my drunk mom's umbilical cord
When it starts to go black I make it a stack
Focus my eyes on the blood and smell for the flow
First rip a hit of crystal then sniff and puff on the dust

Hope they rip me out and send me to the morgue
Gonna close my eyes and realize
That I'm looking through the coroner's eyes
Gonna drive his brain with my soul
Wheel around the shiny metal cart
With scapels and knives
Saws and rubber gloves

Got myself out the cage
No rage, no dead fetus body to save
Gonna make me a vessel
Search through the drawers to find where
Lays a freshly dead body with a kind heart of power
That could pump with a jump