I am the clenched fist,
the ever-bleeding wound
I am the misery,
the blind old fool
I am a prisoner,
raging chained hound
I am the architect
of my own doom
Don't feel pity for me,
that's reserved only for myself
I tear out my heart
and place it on a pedestal
For everyone to see
as grand monument of failure
I am the sorrow-fiend
malignat spirit high
I am the field of tears
fed with hate
All drained up
too tired to even try
I don't long to change my ways
until it is too late
Don't feel pity for me,
that's reserved only for myself
I tear out my heart
and place it on a pedestal
For everyone to see
as grand monument of failure