Abstinence to heal impurities
deserted child, the prodigal son
a chemical well-being thrust upon you
inherit yourself, cause you're the only one
agitate me and I become
a beast that breathes no air
repress myself
instinctive reaction
my eyes roll back again
catastrophes agonize
the system of the animal
an outcast
a freak to what the rest call the norm
so misguided.
The path you choose will only lead to the end
slowly fading out the picture.
I Have lost my grip
the system of the animal
not here to please anybody else's needs.
I Have lost my sense
I am tired of apologizing
I have no remorse for human mistakes
I am tired of trying to be
a perfect mold in their eyes
content in my vice
drawn to the lewd
my pain will suffice
the path that I choose
freeing myself of all these obligations
closing my eyes
to the world alone
