What is this... pain
If only I could place a name
Imma try to figure out
What's this shit all about

I feel this emptiness in the center of my gravity
A hollowness in my soul's cavity
Make a right and you'll find the broken heart
Look above and see it's dreams to depart
Lets make a stop at the brain
Desperately clinging onto things believed sane...
Damn.. up here this is little room
Negativity lives here to consume
What little hope my mind tries to confide
To tell the soul "all will be just fine"
Make a trip to my back
And see my wings have detached
I once was innocent and pure
Until humanity baited me with lure
With rapid descent, curiousity poisoned me more
Soon after, those delicate wings fell to the floor
Now to be completely human, to suffer and endure

Look deep at the organ that helps me breathe
Its constant work prolongs my grieve
Other organs that help me live
Sometimes I feel they're ready to give
The more I try to ignore their well-being
The more I suffer trying to find life's meaning

Now to the legs, that keep me mobile
I dare not even count their steps total
They have led me to places I did not fit in
And therefore staining this vessel with sin
At least they do a great job of running away
From each problem, more momentum gained

Looking at my hands, the greatest criminals of "me" all
They have inexurably speeded up my downfall
Grabbing things that never brought me luck
Then asking myself, what the fuck
Never keeping to themselves it seems
And holding on to ill-guided themes

Or maybe the eyes with their eternal black
To fit within them, secrets to be hacked
Containing all snapshots of moments deemed unpleasant
All these memories show that I'm no peasant.