ONE MORE DAY OF WRETCHEDNESS

A DAY YOU CAN'T FORGET

WITH KNEES THAT BLEED FROM CRAWLING

WITH A DEMON ON YOUR BACK



THE HOUNDS THEY BOT YOU BE THE THROAT

THEY NEVER LET YOU GO

YOU CUT THEIR HEADS OFF IN YOUR DREAMS

BUT THEY JUST DIE - REAL SLOW



I'M YOUR FALLEN ANGEL

I'M YOUR NEW FOUND HELL

I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR

AND IT SUITS YOU WELL



YOUR STRUGGLR IS CONTINUING

SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS

YOU'VE COME TO FELL LIKE

FAR FROM HOME & BLIND & LOST FOR WORDS