Stockpiling failure like unpaid debt, all this pain has me thinkin morphine death, cuz I'm, cold n alone but trapped in fiery bones n tired n lookin but can't find the way home... What happened to us? Does anyone know? Who can you trust? When all everyone shows, is just how damn deep dim-witted-half-litted -indignant conceit can go... How can you judge if you can't know the facts n take to the tree the unsharpened axe? Cut it down, watch it fall, too haughty to hear the unspoken call, The silent scream of life behind bars, the roar of the spirit, that's covered in scars, the WAY in war the soul gets torn yet the warriors way is to stay reformed, like high carbon steel as hard as it gets, tempered in fire you never forget, left n right no sleep at night, left n right just one more fight, keep going keep fighting keep struggling on, just fuckit n fight till all strength is gone, when strength is gone continue to breathe n stay in the corner n bob-n-weave... Stockpiling failure like unpaid debt, scars are just lessons you wont forget...