Embedded within the ground,
The roots which cry but give no sound...

Tender hands begin to strangle,
To the soft chorus of an angel...

This time is real,
Better than sex appeal...

Two trainers stand face to face,
Their hearts racing to the battles pace...

Black bag, painted skin,
No stains on the carper, to the freezer then...

I am always doing wrong, and I'm the one that gets...
Am I the only monster left without even one...

Empty words followed by false actions,
Trapped in a carnival, my heart, these scars...

The chains are broken,
The cage is open...

The air grows cold as fog rolls in,
This is as thick as its ever been...

Questions slowly sinking in,
I guess it time to drink again...

Russian roulette is what I play,
Don't leave! Sit, stay...

Here's a glass,
Take a seat...