With wounds I tire
Forging a path through a sea of swollen minds
I will reach my end
Here I stand a broken man
Moments before collapse
As I watch them ruin what I fashioned
A formless figure smeared across my hatred
A pound of my own flesh
In return for a mouth to be heard
Such sickening cries of mine
Built from anguish, sold as hope
Now I smell the toxic smoke
I smell the steel in human mousetraps
I see through the veil of hope
While pulling taught this lowly rope
