I'm jealous of the ones I love
I hunger for blood
(Probably my own)
And I really need to see tomorrow
I'm so tired of yesterday
The bleakness opens up before me
I cannot step back:
And onwards I must go
Whatever may remain ahead

I'll take no prisoners
And I shall march on, unabashed
Even as I bleed and stagger
I shall fight to live
Because I know no other way.

I do not feel as strong as once I was
And yet I can't go under just yet:
Another taste of purgatory
And I shall be ready for
Anything that's left