Lying to your face
Has become second nature
Caught in endless webs
I'm fucking glad it's over
No will, no point
Give up
Denial, dispair
Sinking, Drowning
What mends will break
The world is a disgusting place
What have happened?
Where is my name?
Where did I go?
What is your face?
When is my arms?
Bing is my chong
Wib is my wob
Spatula
What's raised will fall
What you have you'll lose
Beneath the dirt
Crushed by the earth
I don't feel, I don't care
Constant strain
Instant Rage
Words of poison
Venomous tongue
Ask myself what have I become?