Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care

Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right? get the fuck outta my face
Understand that I can't feel anything
It isn't like I want to sift through the decay
I feel like a wound, like I got a fuckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead
One more time, motherfucker
Everybody hates me now, so fuck it
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business
Whose life is it?
Get it? see it?
Feel it? eat it?
Spin it around so I can spit in its face
I want to leave without a trace
'Cause I don't want to die in this place🌀