i will tell you a secret,
5 lifetimes old ...

my life has been a prison,
a labyrinth built beneath the mountain of Tragedy.

i'm a stain on the cloth.
i'm just an after-thought.

but i
would die
for this ....

but through the veins of decay
i'll remain to betray

to live like Caesar.
to die like Jesus.

to build my own religion,
no gods, no laws

to celebrate pain
forsaken & ashamed

to watch them all,
crawl beneath us ...

on this bed of nails & regret
dying of fevers, betrayal, & sweat.