I walk with a surrounding of dust
The reapers following
A condemned club for both weak and poor
I tear my new flesh
Ripping and wearing it out

Trying to rise in a cast only I know exists
Abstaining my yesterday
Welcome my tomorrow
Let the present lead
Head my inner bleed

My acts of foolishness
Victimize the perpetual soil
I, I, I, I die alone

Screaming, fighting and tearing my inside
Screaming fight in me

This is the first trace of a weak show
I know that as I take my first step into this freak
Show. Lying down on the cold concrete

Surrounded by my own stench
Panic rising
Takes me further
This room has never looked this
Beautiful before