Schitzoid Paranoid

Alone, abandoned and possessed

The wounds they ache, there is no rest

Cryptic life, decay

March to die, born suicidal

From the womb, deny survival

Sanity slips away

Within my grasp

I know I'm near

This heart will last

I cannot bear

My aching tortured soul shall rise

Reborn through scorn (and) abrasive cries

The end is my domain

See the smoke I've left behind

Toxic fumes blow down the line

In my void I dwell

Within my grasp

I know I'm near

This heart will last

I cannot bear