When each waking moment
Begins to feel as though it has already been
An emotionless repeat
Of a failure endured
When icicles spread throughout
And skin begins to mark
The illusion of buoyancy shatters
Nothing is perfect, beauty a myth
Driven like nails through bone
A fantasy to veil the truths of this world
Truths which reek of piss and sh**
And the broken bodies of men
The smell is f*cking unbearable
Cold is the blood which flows from me
As cold as the razor I bear
Give me the strength to leave
I don't want to live anymore