[Jay Bracewell]

I’ve got this fucking memory

I feel a wave of peace come over me

Open my eyes to the sight of fucking blackness

Strapped down so tight I can hardly breathe

How can I know that there is someone who can save me

From the all-encompassing?

Father, what did I do to you?

Condemned to exist in fucking solitude

I’d grind your fucking face against the wall if I could

Slowly wasting away

I can’t take much more

Internal bleeding

I, I, I can’t take much more

I’m done believing that there might be something more

I’m done believing, I’m done

Commotion building like a hail of gunfire

A host of strangers pouring into the room

I believed I’d finally found what I desired, 'til you all betrayed me too

What good is speech without a language?

How could you force me back into this anguish?

You all have no fucking conscience

Free like a bird

Feed for the worms