I am back   Looking not well at all   Empty and hollow   Not what I used to be   Misery made of flesh   I have dwelled in the arms of misfortune   I have been trapped in it grasp   I've dwelled in the arms of misfortune   I've been trapped in its grasp   I've walked the path of disfunction for many a mile   I have been dead for a while   Do you know how they hurt with cruelty?   With such ease and simplicity even in your sleep   And from the other side of sanity   It is like fire burning my flesh, like spears piercing my heart   Confused clowns constantly fucking my mind   Up, down and from behind.