HAMMERED AGAINST THE GLASS
HANGING MY HEAD IN DOUBT
HAMMERED ON THE FLOOR NOW
SHAKING ON THE GROUND

Holes in my hands, Weeping Wound and a contrast

Pushing forward through debt but as a matter of fact I'm not fucking dead yet
So I continue to carve my ears into the earth
While the maggots and worms fester and compare my worth
Prepare their speeches, change my name, waiting in line to feed

The taste as bitter as they are of me

But even underground there is life, growth from decay
Rest in peace
Rest in peace

Numb my mind with anything in reach, assist my coffin-like sleep

Blanket myself in dust and discharge of the sheep
Ashamed of what they've witnessed
But more embarrassed...
For the way I sat there and took it

Foaming out the mouth
Bleeding from my thighs
Cheers to the bottom line
I found myself way behind
No hope, just drinks and a drive home
Where the fuck is my home?

Pushing pins in my skin, watch my body reject them
Proud to be my father's son but afraid of my blood
I don't want to die from a drop as my feet dangle over a broken bottle

Unwilling to accept it as a weakness -
My pain made me my own person
Boastless -
But still my own person