V1 Back in the Shitpool the black verbiage oil Swimming in vomit from threat crusted toil Tilling the soil that will not produce The flower of reason as I’m wearing a noose Back in the puddle I used to call home Sniffing for scraps as I’m braking my bones Killing the man I thought could be Crucifying maturity .. .. C I’m crying again I am stinking with shame I fight for renewal I am fighting in vain .. .. V2 Mothers keep dying for the love of my road Nothing is sacred and nothing’s foretold The only bright future lies beyond the wall I’m crawling from constance I’m cracking the mould Brothers keep crying with their fists to the glass Beating on demons till they fall on their ass Feeling for safety with their heads to the ground Begging the ways to where their purpose is found C, V1 , C