On this icy road
I'd might slip
Skid of into black
Snow bright
On this worn out road
Things will change
Ripping everything
This body is not my own
I prey on
The weakest
I will prowl
These grounds
Forever
If this job does
Thank me
It will stop
Till I fall prey
That's the end
The strength of loathing
I do know
It's familiar
And harsh
I feel this job
Is all I can do
To really help myself
Trash is all
I can associate
All you people with