I Am Drowning in a River of Blood
Bloated, Floated, Streaming Down with Rain
My Insides are in Pieces, a Broken Jar made of Clay
Detached, Disfigured, Part by Part laying on the Ground
I Murdered, Deceived, Ridiculed for Joy
I Loved, Cared, Scorned for Pain
Life is not merely a bag of shit, But a Leaky one as well
Crawling through the corpses of my Brethren was I Born
Kill and Bash anyone in my way when I Breath
Till I break down, A Cracked Old Log Caught on Fire
A Dismal, Yellow-Green flame glow upon the path of Decay
Am I to wonder, "Is That all There is"?
Or Am I too Tired, Senseless, Lifeless to Ask?
I Drained my Soul through an Empty hole
Remains a Bloodless Fool
