Death is all around me. It lives in me, in my head, in my hands, Of the foot nails to the tips of hair on my head. I am no longer living, just a gray faceless mass, Absorbing food to spend one more day.
I'll just lie unconscious and Cross-legged in capable of do anything Crucified by my helplessness. Exit only in hell.
I'm afraid! I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid of life, I am afraid of myself,
Cause I'm afraid! I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid of life, And I fear of my mind.
I'm standing with one foot in the grave, But with both hands clutched at the coffin. I has had it was blown away ... Stick a fork in me and look - the blood flow.
Now I'm broken! Broken and crucified!
I'm like stuck in hypnosis Is somewhere between a rock and a hard place. I dropped out of the real world! More than anything I want to be left alone.