My hands are tierd My bones crumble, Ive been poisoned again Living with scarps Ive found myself Stabbing innocence, In The back, As i adapted myself I plauge amoung you Surving only to hurt you
I want to kill you Dacing in the face of death Now young like this new age, living in a rage, In this dream,
Inside my head they say, Voices prying on its pry, Another delusion, A failed mind