Take from me my eloquence and mention my decline I'm sure you still remember all the tension on my face
I prayed for hours and I slaved for hours And gave all my mental dysfunctions away So in me the anger confused and devoted Would cradle and debase
Strip me of my diffidence and worship my abuse I'm sure you are aware of all the sacrifices made
And you've seen the filth on my hands and my body But somehow my mind has kept so far away The memories modify, change and arrange Into something I've learned to hate
God, I needed what I am today The simple tortures that keep us sane
