Dave Mustaine. 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 of my room. My wet brain neighbor cranes. His neck to see in time. The white lights a train. Bearing down on me. Chorus. Solo - Marty. 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. .