My life stuck in this putrid place,
Driven by my reverences, I race...

Its the simplest of things u know... the knife
sharp on one end and a dull handle on the other...

Simplicity screams for recgoning;
A heart cries out for pain...

Here I am at the beginning of the end
Here i am without a friend...

Fanfare of bugle taps;
These psalms shake my soul...

Walking through the blowing wind and the drifting...
I happen by a place I long to visit, but never go...

Crushed by the pressure
Broken in half...

I remember the moment right before the pain
I felt fine but then it came...

Bleeding quietly unseen
Listening as I silently scream...

What I am cannot be explained
I am faceless without a name...

I'm looking at the reflection in my glasses.
Watching as the warped world passes...

I hate sitting up lonely nights.
I hate watching my parents fight...