We were all nameless when we came here
You tattooed your skin with your fear of death
Its only emptiness feeling holes
And inability to feel whole
Inadequacies

I jump at opportunity
See a void and be swallowed
I'm all that I am
Become a vacume
And a happy martyr
I only want what's best for you
And worse for me

You tattooed your skin with your inferiority
And feel ashamed
As the science and psychology prove your weakness
Is my strength
All that I am
Is good enough
For death.....

You weren't good enough for life
Not without the hand of man
To change the writing
From the hand of god