Constant loss
Always missing the exit...
Kronic writer was I once,
Before I did have life...
No not ways of Nazism
Nor the fashion of communism...
The decree of fate issued to me,
Fate of what’s to come, fate of...
All you backstabbers left be breathless
how could you stand to see the tears flown down my...
A hand never held has no story to tell
those of compassion love...
Cast across a sea of guilt
Swept onto a shore of sin...
I lost myself completely,
My hands are shaken cold...
His name was Eric Daniels and he was only 20
why oh why did this have to happen to you and u...
Trapped within a mind
with no escape...
I am not a human
I wasn't once one either...
The curse,
of this putrid flesh...