Hours without sleep Staring at the snakes on the floor A glance into hell
Acid on my wounds Pain and pain again And the urge to vomit To bury my fucking self
Bleeding thoughts Slashed by the razor of my mind
I, I gave you my soul, my mud, my mind I, I left all in your hands You, you mixed it all with thorns and razors Left me as a pile of flesh and blood and pain On the stage
I turn, walk in circles in this mental cell What was the point after all Enslaved Worthless