Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood
A presumed empty brain washed away with time

Outlet for conscience

Already far from your mind
I inspire you with disgust

Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate

My brow is deeply lined by suffering I have endured
You try to understand how my body feels
No need for your tears or moans, no one was by my side
When I sank into the pit, certain your compassion is shamed

Outlet for conscience

Look at my scornful eyes staring at you
Can't stand your obliging smiles, soon you will weep for me

Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate

I wish to leave this place unmourned

My flaccid flesh is decaying
But untouched stay my thoughts

Outlet for conscience

Conscience !