The palest of flesh is but a privilege to some. From hell we march to rape the
season. These boots are stained with the courage of none. Stompin' you !@$)gots
into oblivion. Now I share the knife that cuts the tension. Back peels your face

as I poison the womb. Cast your doubts on me, this heart is bleeding. If only
you knew how much I hate you! The morning sun, so mindless and dull. The day is
yours, keep all who surrender. This path I walk is not a choice I've made but

the beat of a heart supple and raw