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