Months of affliction
The road to perdition
Soul’s rendition was my
Petition, can suffering get
Your recognition,
Pain, hard, sweat, dull does
It drip from my mouth,

Now south is north and
Back is a track that follows me,
Hard is this road you say to walk
On—ignition turn anew, let the
Affliction strike my condition,
3 days in the grave you did not
Stay, for now I lay in fields of
Mercy, death clothes off of me—
Let the past be a tragedy and a
Remedy to create a new future—
One with suffering, one with
Offering, one with all of me—
One with a story worth telling!