The man drifting seeks poison and promise
threat to all, mostly to himself
Hearing voices from the great beyond
Now only he can dig himself out

Eyes red, wrists cut
Reaching out but not from heaven
Soul black, head [bad word] [bad word] s existence isn't numb

You can't keep him from his bottom
Where the dwelling ends or begins
Once capable and caring
Now in perils seductive grip
His mournful cries are pitful
Sung to dying skies with no stars
Now his letter's kept inside a flame
Those who read only know the burning

Eyes red, wrists cut
Reaching out but not from heaven
Soul black, heart [bad word] [bad word] existence isn't numb
Mouth sewn, hands bound
But do you cease the torment
Skin cold, failed unknown
Scream until the blood fill your lung

Yeah, now you're a threat
But only to yourself
Yeah, now you're a threat
To your own tomorrow

All your words became, [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] hatebreedhc