I brush my teeth ‘Til my gums bleed Gushing and oozing They will be clean The itch on my bones Pestering When will I be clean My bones are trapped I wear it like a suit Swollen, infected I’ve so much to lose The flesh one my bones Festering When will I be free Oh my, oh my Seems I’m, seems I’m Flesh and sentience I tangibly exist Trapped in Flesh...Learn More