One more day of wretchedness
a day you can't forget
with knees that bleed from crawling
with a demon on your back

The hounds they bot you be the throat
they never let you go
you cut their heads off in your dreams
but they just die – real slow

I'm your fallen angel
i'm your new found hell
i can smell your fear
and it suits you well

Your strugglr is continuing
so much that it hurts
you've come to fell like
far from home & blind & lost for words