""chant the mantra of a dying world slashed wrists of my conscience leaving me free to makre more mistakes as i fall from hell to hell i look up to see i've been conditioned to hate from my ego i can see the world revolve round me to the martyrs who suffer suppressing the lust live through me a cheaper version of digust chant the mantra of a dying world i am without purpose a stained glass window without the sun like a shadow loved and need by no one those who restrain desire do so 'cos theirs is weak enough to be restrained behind a body liberated lies a mind incarcerated bound by chains choose not to like me but forced to respect me others entrust a myth with their faith a faith in oneself can often be misplaced all i have is ashes to scatter and little more""