As my, body rising in temperature and heat peaks,
Where I sit, on my throne, my steaming seat reaks,
The stream rises, sweat from my bloody feet leaks,
I see mud stains, and bloody brains allined in neat streaks,
Sweat begins to roll down my forehead, but its more spread, across my face,
as each one of my pours bled, I've lost my taste, its cost the chase,
I run through hell seein demons, their side by side like trees in a forest,
I hear their silent whispers saying, "Please explore us,"
I can't escape, all they do, day after day, is chase me down,
I scream to all the demons, "You cowards, face me now,"
But they're just as scared as I am, they're shakin where each stands,
He bound to me, I'm bound to him, we share the same pair bleached hands,
He's the part of me, that wants to piss the world off,
The part of me, that eventually wants to kiss my girl soft,
Whispers, whimpers is all that is heard from this demon,
He tell me something, and every word is screamin,