Piled covers; porched outside are the evils.
Awaiting, harassing is the reason of death...

This pain drives and inspires the insane,
101 is misery called fun, sealed and done...

Roped and hung from scorn,
Fluttered, raped and torn...

Corrupt and spilt with innocent blood,
My limbs dried and stuck in thickened mud...

Lets slit our wrists and burn,
Burn down something beautiful...

Deprived and broken down, I’m the...
Fiery steamed and boils, dead and black green...

Why me lord; strangled with a cord,
Why do I cry; bleed while I lie...

Blinded down by thy chains,
Logical reason gone astray...