• Pressuring rope transforming to sediment inside my gripped hands,
    Tugging an anchor so far through my emotions on this depressed land,
    I feel like I will not be able to ever let go of this rope again,
    and I fear that my mind will corrupt like rusted walls all around this realm of pretend,

    Smashed skull crackling like wood being ripped from the dirt,
    Insides breaking as if there is no bleeding but something really hurts,
    My brain is liquid and it cannot work,
    These eyes shed tears and my eye lids jerk,

    Freeze in the shivering tiredness of the day,
    Set of the coast of madness and sail far away,
    Somewhere inside the emotion ocean so vast,
    You'll find how to destroy this conflict and have peace at last,

    Then again I'm meaning the past where life wasn't so fast,
    When my life was trashed more or less smashed,
    now I lay inside myself like a boned bloody cast,
    As you watch you'll sight an immense mask covering this blast of a dark contrast.