Without a name

Pain lives inside of us
the desire of our shape
is not our greatest virtue
all sin is made by blood

no shelter for the weak
iron sword versus rusty bleach
don�t wanna break my head
anymore, no more

it's too hard to gain a foothold
ask myself if I still want to know it all
must I witness all reasons
dark paths led me down

from a place far under
it's a better view over matters
embedded in darkness I lay down
sinister mothers breastfeeded me
motionless I bleeded thee

no one would lay a hand on me
cause my spirit teared down all ends
the best teacher has always been my desire
to realise, to gain the next level

in this I say farewell
my company on this journey will be
nothing more than the bitter me
hand in hand with my enemy
I will go and find my way