To the opportunistic freaks
who tormented me when i was weak...

It inside you
blood, the fluid of life...

Ones heart and ones love
are closely entwined...

The devil is watching, laughing
influencing every step i make...

Hair like straw
and skin like leather...

Drenched in flames
and twisting in pain...

The manipulated dead will do anything to save...
to escape obscurity...

Bring out your brutal side
quench your thirst for homocide...

I have no memories
no sense of time...

You cant escape this
so don't run away...

My insides have all gone away
rotted and disappeared...

What should i be today
a glass figurine...