Twisting flesh from brittle bone
The blade’ll never leave me alone
Before the sting of fearful pain
A dose of madness to the brain
While shedding life for misery
The catch is breaking decency
So with little hope of getting out
I dwell within the tattered route
Where blood is drained from the vein
In the moments before malevolent fame
With needles worming deeper in
The shell in sight is shredded skin
Paid to watch my world erode
I have become the spectral load
Without a cause or word to speak
Darkness will be coming quick
There is no pause to torment
The one that is ever sent
With little left but a pulse
I swear your victory is false