passing me in a dungeon
they're whipping and ripping and tearing my skin
the blood splatters onto the curtain
see how it's running down over my shin
Carry me someone, my bones have been halved!
My hollow head echos with cries from the past.
I haven't the slightest idea what to do,
but cower and wish that I were more like you.
if demons within
are those who will win
then grant me one wish
before taking me in
pluck out your eyes
and replace them with mine
see all that drives me
to speak morbid rhyme
then cast your shadow
over my head
and squeeze me tight
until I am dead