The forsaken life... crawling like the dying breaths of men
is behind me once more
Free from pain, free from suffering
Like a passenger, only my bus is delivering me to hell
And I've thrown myself into it.

To be free from you...

My lust needs no more encouragement
since my sin eats at me, tearing my eyes from the very sockets and
ripping the bleeding heart free from my chest
I am a machine, needing no emotion, needing only logic
Damned to be free again

To be free from you

I need no suffering, no need of love or hate
My mind is etched like the traces on a circuit borad
Yes I am a robot, enslaved to the institution
yet I am of free will
And I choose to fuck you all
I am wont to do as I please, cantankerously moving like the ominous end, the foreboding fiery death I've always needed
to be free

To be free from you...

My flesh only violated by sheer will, desire and anger... the seven incarnate sins only force upon me the will... their will
and I, the helpless whore who can fight nothing and do nothing
but offer up my flesh unwillingly, accept this as my life and my eternity
and all in the name of freedom

To be free...

My pain magnified by the life I've lived.
Could I care about the pain you've infilicted.
I served teh system by loving others and needing them
So my hell is the one I erect and one I choose
is not in your eyes, nor your amrs,
since I can only need them to watch my torment and force them...
force them to stare in horror as I dance upon my own sick predation of myself
The taint, the deprivation, the sadomasochistic bent selfishly implanted bty me
and forceably extricated by my circumstance

... from you....

My eyes tell a story, of the hellish nightmare I live with every moment
and yet, despite my wounds being inflicted as if I were christ
and still, in spite of the licks of hellfire in every orifice of my human form

I'd do it all, just to be free,... from.. you..