Skin wrapped tight The walls closing in Forever, this building will never change
Broken down, no energy inside Look to my hands, embedded with filth and decay
This mind houses vexatious thoughts The same as others Only with the intent of difference
The ashes of my youth were scattered long ago The penetrating cold Darkness behind a closed door
The grinding sound The machine will never stop Aching desperation The countdown to the end of this day
The emotionless force Push onwards for what? My tired eyes I am drained of every last thought
For this once a relieving sight Beauty in mind A warmness that fuels me inside As I descend these words will break my fall And the blackened skies will rise and reform
No choice but to take all responsibility
The grinding sound The machine will never stop Awakening torment The plot must be reset
My temper compromised I wait for life Though a lack of motivation I still press on