They raise their hands to save me.
But even I can’t see me.

Drifting beneath its dirty corpse, white linen turns to dust.

I’ve banged my head too many times,
Damned men can’t even do their job right.

The call of horns is too loud and clear.
Am I ready yet? I’ve not told them what I feel.

You, you lying swine, look under the floorboards,
You’ll find her alive.

Now let’s do this vanishing act, they’re all waiting for me.
Too many damned expectations have ruined me-
That is why I have turned into such a cold bitch.

Sucking and parasiting.
Sucking and parasiting.

It’s so much easier to just die.

This is the thing that kept me alive,
But you chopped off my hands.
Am I a common thief? Or just a crusader?

You went with the flock.
You went with the swill.

Too late now. I’m burning.
And so shall you.
We few, we few.

They dug me so deep, I began to cry, but nobody understands my binges.

Do you smell the rot inside me?
It’s called a dead soul.
You put it there.

That thing they call life.
It grows and dies. It grows and dies.
And it shall take me.

They should have a referendum.
Hands up for the idiots.
Lights off, for those who will never turn on.

So much easier to stay dead.

Dead and deaf.
Dead and dumb.
Dead and cold.

They’re all performing robots, selling chips to be upgraded.
At least my blood is real. Ha ha.

I should have had more sense.