Gently,
I tread a fine line...

Over,
Under...

Over and over
And in through my eyes...

A myriad of thoughts
Fusing night into day...

Receive the negative
Blow by blow...

Too far gone;
Deep inside myself...

I'm staring at the sight,
The trembling hand and arm...

Dazed and confused,
Bleeding and bruised...

All alone
In my world of hate...

Gently the smokes rises,
Like clouds of silk from my mouth...

Four black horses
Pulling one black box...

I've no mercy for you,
Or your pathetic kind...