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planet earth is a dark cold prison

and the walls are closing in

a glimpse of death inside my prism

nails puncturing my skin



make me, take me, break me, forsake me

cracked looking glass, a shattered picture

living in me, still bleeding, forgive me

dead vision fed, a broken fixture



open your eyes, it’s time to be alive

no time spared for sacrifice

there is no time to walk the line

here, this spirit needs to realign



you point me down just like a needle

everytime, how you leave me cold

wrap living flesh around the steeple

these broken nails, so dark and old



(open this flesh, this living mess                  

one day it might just die again

careful, i might just rot away)                          



taking the path that leads the wrong way

all that lives in me i’ve thrown away

all the needles in me are yesterdays

you shouldn’t let me be alive today



everyday a world dies, inside these crystal eyes

(just cast it down into the fire)

down on all fours, dead, bound and nailed to the floor

(and i shall never go higher)