I'll hold the black urn in the desert tonight

With bones in my pocket and hell in my mind

They'll never find me

They'll never find the rotten piece inside of me

That hides in your mind

I walk alone in darkness

Sheltered from the light with cancer on my soul

A victim of the life

I live high and filled with scorn, fed up and raw

Hate everything, hate everyone

I have forgotten how to live