Grammatrain. Lonely House. Sick Of Will. Zeneszám

can't ever win against my sin
i find i'm made of dust again
look away from evil desplays
shadows on your walls come from my eyes

if i could only be, if i could only be your master
you'll torture me until the die i die to you
if i could only learn to ignore myself and let you burn away,
save myself from your decay

leave me every time i'm up you come to hold me down, hold me
i see i've got nothing left to show you now show you
want to decide to commit willicide
i chew the chains i wrapped again
in my dream see what i've seen
the sun will dry you up and burn the dead away