Where is your battlefield?
I walk side by side with mine
The voice of the enemy always seems to be there on time
The iron inside that is the will is no longer
And the sword of the enemy was so much stronger
Drugged by death, this existence strikes hard
A hater of life, for that I am punished
A primitive being, and in impurity supreme
Retarded of emotions, a quantity you don't seek
Locked behind a wall of flesh
Have to pity for my catastrophe
My body is prison of unbreakalbe walls
I hate what I am and what I shall become
I mutilate myself as an act of defence
Life through death is the real escape
And the alcohol fuels within as a raging fire
Burning me up from the inside
All work and no play
You know what I mean!
Words and actions share no synchronocity