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Everything i touch turns to stone.

There is no place for me,

no hope, no home.

I am a lone wolf wandering without a pack.

I am a sick man drowning, a human wreck.

This world is skinning me clean to the bone.

There is no peace for me,

no hope, no home.

We are born like this

into this

As Mrs. Death laughs,

as the sun is masked.

The heart is blackened.

The fingers reach for the throat.

The gun The knife The bomb.

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

The heart is blackened.

The fingers reach for the throat.

The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder!

We are born like this, into this

sorrowful deadliness.

This is it: our doom.

Sorrowful deadliness.

The end of this society

will be a stunning sight.

The sun will not be seen

and it will always be night

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

Born out of that.

We are born into this.

Walking and living through this.

Fooled by this, used by this,

Pissed on by this.

Made crazy and sick by this.

Made violent.

Made inhuman by this.

Born into this.

Dying because of this.