Death, with time, makes the flesh decay
Toxins that led the mind astray
Fungus grows on the walls of veins that receive the toxins and leave arms of stain
A world in between death and escape where the body is wounded
with a soul that is raped
Words spoken with such emotional expression of sorrow, emptiness, isolation and depression
A radio plays a song of yesteryear; returning feelings of battles, beatings and fear
No escape, you may not run
Escape is the precedent of suicide; a fondling with your mental gun
After a will for life has already died, he sighed and lied and sighed
Then his associates cried after his soul committed self-homicide
He looks up from the grave at visiting faces, they cry now that he's dead
Never a tear for the living pain inside
Inappropriate overreactions to a misunderstood existence
His heart is bleeding, it's barely beating
Call the insurance and move on
Let him be eaten by the earth
The words on the stone will eternally remain
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