I feel my resolve pouring out of me
Every time I open my mouth
The faceless monster in my reflection
Digs deeper into my brain

The inner turmoil is just beginning
A cold wind blows from the north to south
The bottom of the shaft beckons to me
Its whispering drives me insane

The skyscrapers spring like sentinel things
All around me reverberate their vile intentions
Leave me alone
Let me die, let me die
And the air becomes still with the effort of perfect attention

I said to my shadow
I'm feeling revived
Though it will pass in an hour
I feel
Something crawling within
Between my guts and my skin
And I want to free it tonight

Every morning I'm thrust into murderous lust
As the ground squirms beneath me I throw myself up and beyond
Don't let it stop
Do it now, do it now
And I thrust my face into the starless black depths of which I'm so fond

Father, I called
When shall I arrive?
This oblivion feeds me my pleasure
I smell
Everyone's fury
I'm the judge and the jury
And I sentence you based on your fright

The night's getting old, so remorseless and cold
And I scream to the unforgiving pavement I feel down below
Please let me out
Take me home, take me home
And the overcast sky curves above me like bars in a window

Doctor, I said
Yes I know I'm alive
But only because I'm bleeding
I see
The towers around me
In sick reflective 3D
Pointing downward in liquid red

I can smell my own fear, just as frozen and clear
As the ice scumming over the surfaces of these black pits of coal
Drop me off here
Spill my blood, spill my blood
The fog stumbles in through these meadows of nightmares
And I breathe it, I breathe it so deeply it trysts with my soul

I told the high priestess
I think I'll survive
But don't dull the pain
Cause that's all I feel and I live for such feeling
I hear
The millionth last breath
In the churches of death
Gasping out a refrain in my head

But a blade's penetration
Or the pull of a trigger
Or the splash of the waves
Or a taste of the dragon's dark ichor
Or a fire
On a cold afternoon
Or a little too much of a good thing
Or a dash in the dark
Or the wind rushing past me
Or my hand
Or yours
Or a release beneath heavy machinery
Or some mental consumption
Or my blood rushing out of me
Or someone else's into me
Or an anonymous hand in the night
Shall one day leave me dead

And end this refrain hatching fears in my head