Invincible is what I am until something goes wrong.
I broke my leg while walking, is there anything more dumb?
They didn't call an ambulance, they only called a hearse.
You see my skin is pale, that's why they call me the dead kid.
Any excuse to bury me in a damp and wormy grave.
The surface of the Earth was fun and all,
But luckily it's an afterlife of debauchery in hell I truly crave.
Every mistake that I could make was another kick
To send this hermit deeper into his shell.
Like vines I grew 'til I no longer knew
Whether my roots still savoured ground.
What do they call it when you reminisce
About post-traumatic stress?