Too much spinning and sobbing Losing and not building Pulsing lucid convulsions I feel old weak and disgusting Far gone It's much too late Turn back? I never walked your path Fuck you and your ideas of me Walking on this road for years The ending looks like the start Pavement cracked seems fitting Whispers of those gone ahead Locked in from the beginning I see no chains but I trace circles I'm stripped down to the bone Still crawling on my hands and knees Can you stop me? I think not