I could tear out my being from this world,
An' how many would notice?
I could lay my life on a scale,
An' what would I have to show for it?
I don't have much but a mental state,
That is far from being perfect.
But I strive for what you would not understand,
An' everything below the surface.
I tear away the shell of man,
An' strip away his pride.
For what you have hidden beneath,
Are years of welcomed lies.
For I will pound an' pound, an' show,
The weakness in your soul.
That will match the rhythm of my beating,
Of the pain in which I know.
For I will rise and rise an' flow,
Like the ebbing of my soul.
And bring forth secrets well hidden,
That I have yet to show.
For I have stumbled along this,
This path darkened by time.
An' there is no more wishing,
That I could rewind.
There is too much happening,
This hammering in my head.
An' I can not get this out of me,
The screaming of the dead.
Show me no more what I can’t contain,
This beating, beating at my brain.
An' slow the anger that is taking over,
An' driving me insane.
For I am your judgment,
Fate has made me so.
And I will watch you suffer,
As you claw at your hole.
An' I will be there to bury you,
Not a smile shall I wear.
For I am not wanting to do this,
You chose for me to put you there.