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 cant see.   on these fucking hooks ill hang   to writhe and rot in iron chains   spirit guides and pills for pain   they drag me to an early grave   ive faced the truth i wont 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 fucking world   every time i reach to try again   im knocked back down reminded who i am   with serpents eyes they smile up at me   they pull their hooks and suck dry what they need   they drop an empty corpse down at their feet   and with their cloven hooves step over me      here ill hang.