Dark moon night
beauty surrounded by morbid untouched death...

The rotting screams that line these walls
that beckon the gritty black knife...

I see lifeless bodies on cold silver tables
i hear nothing but the sound of large tools...

They tell me to do things i don't wanna do
but i feel like my vote doesn't count...

I tell the voices in my head to go away
and yet and the same time i beg them to stay...