Weak Child 

Cries Never Heard 

Deep Pain 

The Kind That's Easily Ignored 





Can't get my thoughts across to tell you 

Torture intensifying inside 

Dense liquid pain fills my prison cell 

This overflow's my personal hell 





Institutions 

Forever Haunting 

As the sword thrusts through my chest 

I direct, inject for pleasure 





Don't know why self immolation 

Tempts me, it's something I can't explain 

As I step out to the edge 

This overflow's up to my head 





The dark comes dressed 

In a lavish winter gown 

Laced with the rays of the sun 

Shined with the glaze of the moon 

Taketh hand in hand 

Escort the fluid to your land 

My pleasure awaits temporary escape 

My cell will fill once again 

But until then