D.O.C.

Worthless baggage, a flesh bound wasteland 
Guttered mind and bleeding shadow 
Crazed is the fist of innocence 
Undo the lock 

Bleeding clean oppressive nature, primal instincts old 
To hold back what runs through your veins is a crime 
Isolation 

Fall into your own isolation 
Crawl deep inside into a hole 

Bleeding clean oppressive nature 
Primal instincts ages old and damned 
To hold back what runs through you veins 
Is a crime against yourself 
Crawl into your isolation 
Fall again 
Fucker