Simplicity has lost itself within the rotted confines

Of this dangling rope

Holding me near; holding me away

Would you tell me to go drown in my own tears

When your sorrow means more?

To both your and my wanderings

Useless, alone and confused

Where both my lies smolder at the feet

Of the pedestal on which you stand.

Angst is my way of life, you see

It has all been given up, given away to them

The beasts snap at my ankles and reach

For my bared throat

The blood tastes bittersweet in my mouth

And the hole you have torn seems no large feat

Compared to the destruction I have brought upon myself.