Skin o’ My Teeth
I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for me People clutter in the gutter Take a look and see CHORUS No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o' my teeth My blood flows through the streets Deluge from the wounds Empty jars of sleeping pills On the dresser in my room My wet brain neighbor cranes His neck to see in time The white light's a train Bearing down on me CHORUS I won't feel the hurt I'm not trash any longer That that doesn't kill me Only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue That's what 911 is for So, tag my toe and don't forget Ooh to close the drawer CHORUS
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 23, 2026
Do it if you dare: leaping form the sky Hurling thru the air, exhilarating high See the earth below - soon to make a crater Blue sky, black death; I'm off to meet my maker! Energy of the gods, adrenaline surge Won't stop 'til I hit the ground - I'm on my way for sure Up here in the air, this will never hurt I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt! Paralyzed with fear, feel velocity gain Entering a near, catatonic state Pressure of the sound roaring thru my head Crash into the ground; damned if I'll be dead! Jump or die! Dropping all my weight, going down full throttle The pale horse awaits like a genie in a bottle Fire in my veins faster as I go I forgot my name: I'm a dirt torpedo! High speed dirt...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026