Labrat
Overtake

I feel no sorrow
Where previously I chose to wallow
The only path to inner-peace seems to me to be acceptance of responsibility
If I could just be a better man for one day then things may not have gone
this way
Cut off your legs to spite your life

I bring my hand down
Bring down the knife
Cut off your face
Pull out your eyes
To end your life
And spite your lies
To hurt myself priority
Punishment overdue rolls free
Senses race to ascertain the breach
Drown in pools of blood-soaked piss
Razors skate on a park of arteries
Release the presence of promiscuous whores
A face I knew but no longer recognize
Good-will overtook by power