Whitered flesh,burning soul,

waking dead,I have no goal…

live alone,die in vain,

pray at night to hear the rain

Silent screams,

healing pain,

doors that close,

pipes that drain…

Mouths that suffer,

eyes that feel,

all I hear is when they kneel…

I’ve been bounded by this chain!

And I see them prowl and creep,

no one’s sorrow but they weep,

no one’s coffin but they mourn,

no one’s temple they adorn…

Slaves to no one but their thorn

fear the light as they will burn…

Give them water ,

give them bread,

give them shelter

and a bed…

Human flesh that makes me scorn!

Peel my skin off as I kneel,

whip my wounds,

so I can feel,

beat me up,

so I can heal…

give the rest for them to steal…

Leave me die as death is real!