Chant the mantra of a dying world Slashed wrists of my conscience leaving me free to makre more mistakes As I fall from hell to hell I look up to see I've been conditioned to hate From my ego I can see the world revolve round me To the martyrs who suffer, suppressing the lust Live through me a cheaper version of digust Chant the mantra of a dying world I am without purpose, a stained gla** window without the sun Like a shadow, loved and need by no one Those who restrain desire do so 'cos theirs is weak enough to be restrained Behind a body liberated lies a mind incarcerated, bound by chains Choose not to like me but forced to respect me Others entrust a myth with their faith A faith in oneself can often be misplaced All I have is ashes to scatter and little more