As I shudder in this place,
As the bloody foam runs down my face,
As I my body is wracked and worn,
As my soul from my body is torn,

By my own hands,
By my own hands,

I twist and writhe upon my mind's nails,
I see time creep by leaving a trail of blood,
Guilt rains down upon me like hail,
As I sink into this pool of Mud,
It sucks at my mind and I seethe inside,

By my own hands,
By my own hands,

I convulse and my eyes roll back,
My hands try to find my soul and grasp at nothing,
Inside strung out upon a rack,
Weeping seems inside my head to ring,
It gnaws at my soul and I bleed inside,

I alone guilty stand.

04/14/2004