Mom, I'm dyin'. I'm dizzy and fryin'. My throat hurts. I think I should stay in bed. . 'Cause I got some kind of disease. And there are no remedies. Think I should stay in bed today.
This bed is tear stained, yeah. And you lit a fire of no return. So I warm my bones and watch it burn. . Burn, delivering my soul. And I'm free from your mind control.