They adjust my neck whereby my foundations stand.
It’s that feeling when they grasp and twist with quick force,
All in attempt to loosen the problem and pinch out the pain.
Their chiropractic concern becomes the main course.
No–No, stop, I’d rather have you readjust your hand
Give that feeling when you clench and cut off my breath,
Loosen my neck completely, relieve this life from my brain.
They honestly don’t understand my dilemma: I want death.