It is all I have A life wasting away I’m covered with sores A symptom of my loss A chain over the neck Of the fucking bagman I’ll just smoke to dust To dust A toast to my alcoholism A smoke to my struggle bag man Witness No one around me to relate to this The sting of all wounds stain my world black My only companion In this fucking nightmare Is the darkness I conceal the sting of all wounds stains me with blood In over my head In this life as trash Trash Raped Discarded Filled with The stone that is my heart submerged Chained To a life Of nothingness My hate is real My hate is me Die slow