How I'd love
to live the life of a fish...

How is it
that i can hurt those that are closest to me...

These are just thoughts that run through my head...
They're whispers from the cracking cages that sit...

The curse,
of this putrid flesh...

Through the valleys and the hills,
the fields and the trees...

She seems to be,
the only one...

Wheels spinning,
rubber burning...

Speed.
The one thing that cures all...

In the pit of the dark
he stands next to me...

What do you do if theres no one to talk to?
do you bottle it all up...

Moving
ever onward...

Deep in the depths of that putrid cave
I can feel him as he slowly emerges out...