Everyday I feel this life is drowning me Every face to cross my path is sickening A pit devoid of soul, of heart or empathy I try to find a point at all but I cant see On these fucking hooks I'll hang To writhe and rot in iron chains Spirit guides and pills for pain They drag me to an early grave I've faced the truth I wont be saved Its far too late for epiphany The cloaked ghost will strike the days Until this world is through with me
I try but I cannot relate at all Theres no place for me in this fucking world Every time I reach to try again I'm knocked back down reminded who I am With serpents eyes they smile up at me They pull their hooks and suck dry what they need They drop an empty corpse down at their feet And with their cloven hooves step over me
