I am back

Looking not well at all

Empty and hollow

Not what I used to be

Misery made of flesh

I have dwelled in the arms of misfortune

I have been trapped in it grasp

I've dwelled in the arms of misfortune

I've been trapped in its grasp

I've walked the path of disfunction for many a mile

I have been dead for a while

Do you know how they hurt with cruelty?

With such ease and simplicity even in your sleep

And from the other side of sanity

It is like fire burning my flesh, like spears piercing my heart

Confused clowns constantly fucking my mind

Up, down and from behind.