Our life our world mapped out in scars Carved in wrists and back of arms Which paint in blood on sheets of white Of children never quite at home Our life our world flows down rivers in the street Made up of blood, made up of meat Cigarette burns in tortured arms Cigarette burns on tortured arm Slowly roasting in the heat of…

Our life our world Lost scream hits the cold night air Lost scream lost 'cause no one was there This is the crying of half dead This is the crying of stillborn This is the sound of the golden age This is the sound of my rage

This is my horror, my nightmare This is my waking, my birth This is my world and my earth This is my earth and my world This is my life and my worth This is my moment of birth This is my crawling from chaos Now I have risen from ash This is the glimmer of hope This is the wall I must smash