Entangled in misery I was

Condemned as I still bred frustration

Worshipped and nursed the suffering

My conscience all slain

I found myself making love to the pain



Final and true was my loss

And bleak was the sight of salvation

You helped me to clean all the wounds that I wore

Through you grew my sense

To witness life through another lens



Filled up with my own poison

Dug down in my own dirt

Filled up with my own poison

Bit by my inner snakes

Making love to the pain



Dragged through a storm of misery

Through you grew my sense

To witness life through another lens