Reduced and erased you are
Pulled down, beaten up
Caressed by pain and smashed with a fist of steel
On a journey so wide that your senses they collide
Desperate [bad word] against the will of fate
It's sealed before you've any chance to break the cycle

[bad word] through me
I have to let it out
My [bad word] near thee
You've got to let me be

Putrifacated acts still stop the future
With that progress in mind we feed on the feeble