| Maze, psychopathic daze, | |
| I create this waste | |
| Back away from tangents on the verge of drastic ways | |
| Can't escape this place, | |
| I deny your face | |
| Sweat gets in my eyes, | |
| I think I'm slowly dying | |
| Put me in a homemade cellar | |
| Put me in a hole for shelter | |
| Someone hear me please, all | |
| I see is hate | |
| I can hardly breathe and | |
| I can hardly take it | |
| Hands on my face over bearing, | |
| I can't get out | |
| Lost, ran at my own cost hearing laughter, scoffed | |
| Learning from the rush, detached from such | |
| And such bleak all around me, weak listening, incomplete | |
| I am not a dog but | |
| I'm the one your dogging | |
| I am in a buried kennel, | |
| I have never felt so final | |
| Someone find me please, losing all reserve | |
| I am ****ing gone, | |
| I think I'm ****ing dying | |
| You all stare but you'll never see | |
| There is something inside me | |
| There is something in you | |
| I despiseCut me, show me, enter | |
| I am willing and able and never any danger to myself | |
| Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain | |
| Or was my tolerance a phase? | |
| Empathy, out of my way, | |
| I can't die, purity |