I wish I know the road to hell
As only there will I e'er belong.

Lonely roads and shattered glass with splinters thrown my way,
And masques and lies of these honest men
Guiding me to fly astray.

My heart is hollow, raw and burning,
Spewing the bits of blood still remaining.
Cut berserk in the early day,
Stripped and squashed and stiff and squeezed.

Silent tears will ne'er be enough
To forget the misery I hast become.
Madness, come hastily:

For I cannot flow when the wind decides to blow.