My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass. I lie detached, sorry for myself Depression is my life. Suffering at my own will, a tool to overcome, the long for your touch A fragile shell, a hairline crack, border for insanity. I hunt, thorn tears me apart Driven Down Deep I search, an emotional response, but come up short, words to express, need not be said, The pain shows in my face, My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass.