I am back Looking not well at all Empty and hollow Not what I used to be Misery made of flesh I have dwelled in the arms of misfortune I have been trapped in it grasp I've dwelled in the arms of misfortune I've been trapped in its grasp I've walked the path of disfunction for many a mile I have been dead for a while Do you know how they hurt with cruelty? With such ease and simplicity even in your sleep And from the other side of sanity It is like fire burning my flesh, like spears piercing my heart Confused clowns constantly fucking my mind Up, down and from behind
