The man drifting seeks poison and promise   A threat to all, mostly to himself   Hearing voices from the great beyond   Now only he can dig himself out      Eyes red, wrists cut   Reaching out but not from heaven   Soul black, head fucked   Hell’s existence isn’t numb      You can’t keep him from his bottom   Where the dwelling ends or begins   Once capable and caring   Now in perils seductive grip   His mournful cries are pitful   Sung to dying skies with no stars   Now his letter’s kept inside a flame   Those who read only know the burning      Eyes red, wrists cut   Reaching out but not from heaven   Soul black, heart fucked   Hells existence isn’t numb   Mouth sewn, hands bound   But do you cease the torment   Skin cold, failed unknown   Scream until the blood fill your lung      Yeah, now you’re a threat   But only to yourself   Yeah, now you’re a threat   To your own tomorrow      All your words became, untruth