Self Mutilation Testo

Stranded on an Island
Stuck here all alone
Days are passing by
My stomach starts to groan
Two weeks without food
Hunger drives me mad
Iâ??ll have to eat myself
Or Iâ??ll starve to death
Self mutilation
I donâ??t know where to start
My fingers or my toes
Life is fuckinâ?? hard
Trying to cut off
My toes piece by piece
Despite the gruesome pain
My hunger will be pleased
My fingers will be next
It hurts but they taste good
I have to play a cool hand
When Iâ??m out of food