| I feel torn apart a vile misfit fallen | |
| Deep into affliction of my hollow mind | |
| The sense of suffocation grows inside my lungs | |
| When I wake into truth, | |
| I'm back among the blind | |
| The truth of lies disenchanting my eyes | |
| How can I survive? | |
| I can't stand being alive, alive | |
| Gods of rapture enshrouding my eyes | |
| I try to hide then slowly | |
| I die, die | |
| My past laugh at me from the other side of negation | |
| Untying the lasting few cords of common sense | |
| Submerged into the flow the rapids of addiction | |
| Too weak to push it back a worm without defense | |
| My flesh fading, undressing the bones | |
| Behold me, naked cadaver exposed | |
| This my abuse | |
| I can't take it no more, no more | |
| The fragile truth sneering at me | |
| With teeth pressed | |
| Like thrusting nails into my head | |
| All my life | |
| I regret |