Weak Child Cries Never Heard Deep Pain The Kind That's Easily Ignored
Can't get my thoughts across to tell you Torture intensifying inside Dense liquid pain fills my prison cell This overflow's my personal hell
Institutions Forever Haunting As the sword thrusts through my chest I direct, inject for pleasure
Don't know why self immolation Tempts me, it's something I can't explain As I step out to the edge This overflow's up to my head
The dark comes dressed In a lavish winter gown Laced with the rays of the sun Shined with the glaze of the moon Taketh hand in hand Escort the fluid to your land My pleasure awaits temporary escape My cell will fill once again But until then