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 can't see
On these f*cking 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 won't 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 f*cking 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 s** dry what they need
They drop an empty corpse down at their feet
And with their cloven hooves step over me
Here I'll hang