I feel naked,
I feel sick,
I feel bare like no one ever cares,
I think I'm trapped in limbo,
Looking for my parades,
I'm trapped in the worst gate of hell,
But isn't this where I'm suppose to find nirvana,
I think the worst it gets the closer I am,
As my feet are black,
With the millions off nine tails they slashed at my back,
Covered with burns and welts,
All most all of my blood has dripped out,
As I get pushed down on the burning coals,
And kicked in the face,
Being dragged back up on my feet,
The hooks in my back dragging his carriage,
Trying to see through rose shaded glasses,
That I have become a part of my face,
But years have gone by and I still can't find my nirvana.
