Constrict. Around a burdened soul
Life's only constant is the suffering owed
A scar, where I cut in and let it flow
To feel the dark come creeping in
In the dirt, I'll feel at home
Wasted flesh, husk of skin and bone
Born to breed, and die alone
When body and mind are broken
And the razor sinks deep
I'll whisper, to the maggots
What this world has made of me
Weary of life
Conditioned to fail
This hollow shell
Crushed