| Lines on my face are dense and deepening | 
| By the year, by the month, by the week | 
| Are my fears apparent if I don’t decide to speak? | 
| The volume of the bottle is multiplied in this; | 
| Arcane chemical, a compounded fixation | 
| A self-abhorrent abyss | 
| Determination takes precedence | 
| In lieu of erstwhile complexes | 
| I’ll usurp all that I’ve fucking earned | 
| And capitalise on my chances | 
| Fuck rumination, this segregation is doing me in | 
| And every one of these sycophantic urchins are under my skin | 
| My head is spinning around and around | 
| In a purgatory of wide open mouths | 
| I live in fear of my venial sin | 
| Of all that I’ve done just to get out of this skin | 
| Eyelids half-mast for the death of innocence | 
| «Don't forget, that I meant it when I said that | 
| You ain’t shit, just a corporate ornament» | 
| In a bottomless well of embellishment and lies | 
| Who survives? | 
| Who will validate their lives? | 
| I know they all go behind my back | 
| Then why do they just get away with that? | 
| Its the way they are, throwing underhanded | 
| But it’s your own fault, you don’t understand it | 
| I don’t understand but I’ve tried all my life | 
| You need to forget them and cut all the ties | 
| This just isn’t working, I’ve suffered enough | 
| Embrace what you are and forget what you’re not | 
| Suffer my griefs and dream my dreams | 
| Authored in their entirety by this disease | 
| It was this ailment that clung to the pen | 
| That guided my wrist and moved my hand | 
| I forgot you, remember that |