Can’t stand work. Can’t stand life. All this is hard. I want the knife.
Blood and drugs. Fear and pain. All these things, inside my brain.
Raging storms, molten rock, this is me, a life in shock.
A sadness, with despair. It’s very hard, to try and care.
Oh this beast, it has me bound, when I scream, there is no sound.
Will I break free? I do not know. The beast comes, and it does grow.
Till it blocks all, of the worlds light. And brings me to, eternal night.