Gray curtains, gray sky, so strange for july The chains of hopelessness cling to me still Despite it all, burdened by my blessings of guilt Forced to remorse over what i cannot control I want a drug without a name I want a girl without a face But its not what it seems, expression is so clean The foreboding past still clings to me I know morals and remorse I understand more than words can explain With all hate and violence Im enduring this marathon of despondence Up and down your spine, like a skeleton's caress You will feel the ivory touch of d**h This paradigm, in all my deviance Acres of steel, disease, emptiness All scorn and violence In silent darkness One fleeting breath of joy It fills my lungs with hate With ultimate conceit