walking through this maze of shit
fading remnants of what used to be
all that I've crippled, come crawling back to me
in walks you, with your eyes pinned
 itching and twitching your nerves
  nodding through layers of sand
 bludgeon the god you serve
  and there she goes
  I'm sure she knows
about her soiled clothes
and when I quit, I'm never going back you know