I?ll start at the start, the beginning of my tale.
Of how a body fucks up and the many ways to fail.
I am my own creation, a failure steeped in suffocation
These words can?t live past me, there?s no more creativity
From hiding in this darkened place, afraid I might?ve left a trace
Of sheer humanity to be destroyed by your brutality
Tear the pages from my skin, held within and razor thin
I used to be an open book until the butchers took a look
A learning curve
On wilted nerves
I can?t sit still
I want to kill
This violent dance
And sick romance
Since you might not appreciate the visions of my art:
I?ll warn you now, I will not stop?
?until we?ve reached?