Maze… Psychopathic daze… I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
ways… Can’t escape this place… I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I’m slowly dying

Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter

Someone hear me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it


Lost…ran at my own cost… Hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak…all around me, weak… Listening, incomplete
I am not a dog, but I’m the one your dogging

I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me please, losing all reserve
I am fucking gone, I think I’m fucking dying

You all stare, but you’ll never see
There is something inside me
There is something in you I despise

Cut me – show me – enter – I am
willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I can’t die.

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