Twisted spine in the cell.
Suffocating and constricted.
Nervous wreck in my head.
Burnt out and conflicted.
Bust these chains that keep me sane.
Explode the pain that’s in my brain.
I can’t believe in a god (no god).
It’s only me; Just myself.
Dark shadows on the wall.
An angry man in living hell.
Collecting bottled up rage to force down your fucking throat.
Turn my fist into hate.
Face-fuck this dead earth.
Bust these chains that keep me sane.
Explode the pain that’s in my brain.
Cut down from futures (Nothing left inside)
Live life in these thorns (Don’t know why I fucking try)
I’m just an illusion (A burden in this life)
Cast out from the norm (Can’t see why I fucking try).
Chained to the masses. A sick fucking joke.
Loose ends at the altar. Hanging by the throat.
Fuck this fucking shit.
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