Out of the past
Fall the bodies that have come before me
Following your path
Their just slaves in need of life
No ending in sight, the rape of another lover
Satisfies the thirst until you find another high
Branded and exiled
The silence as you dive headfirst
Into this wasteland
This coffin, so warm and waiting
Boxed up, and nailed down
You suffocate on words unspoken
Shut down, and choked up
Your mind so brilliant - and so broken
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Arms stretched
Your clutching handfuls of air
As you go falling back to your abyss
You'll never drag me down there with you
Foucault is laughing
This tragedy that you created
So young, yet rotting
Your beauty burned, your body wasted
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
Demand your life ...and (I'll) fucking take it back!
I'll fucking take it back!
I'll fucking take it back!
I'll fucking take it back!
I'll fucking take it back!
Hours too late, as the sands tick away upon us
Guts half-strewn across the floor of my life
No project of fate, all bonds cut and abolished
Carry your disease like the other parasites
