Walk my dismal path
pursue my much walked ways
two hells i've found
two d**hs i'll die
mere fools choose to stay
shut out the sky
in this (already) darkened room
as i prepare myself for slumber
where the weary are at rest
scraps of acrid marrow
dried and whitened spine
wasting of the limbs
abbreviated d**h
such a bitter satire
I'm content to rest alone
leave me here and i will lie
composed an dundisturbed
oh where can i find sorrow
to relieve me of my grief
i've shut my eyes to God above
and walked my dismal way
i've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup
i've trampled on His blood
i've smeared Him in my arrogance
i grieve i can't turn back
walk my dismal path
pursue my much walked way
two hells i've found
two d**hs i'll die
mere fools here remain.