Come and feel my broken hands
Listen to my soul whail in suffering
see my mind wrought with dismay
my body aches as I kill my conscience

What awaits me as i die inside?
Can i survive my bleeding will?
Who is winning the war of the Mind?
Now what is left to kill?

Sing me a song from the heart
the disonent sound will soothe my rage
My blood turns black at the last progression
My bliss will end with the death of harmony

where do i stand when there is no ground?
how do i speak with no toung?
why do i bleed where there is no cut?
How can i die if i've not lived?