Like a beaten traveler I carry on The only singer in a chorus that knows one song My legs move but don't know where they're going Seared by heat whereever the wind is blowing Reaching out of help I come under attack Feeling the weight of many arrow in my back The earth moves like quicksand at desert seams No oasis just sun flares and pipe dreams I thought for a minute others could be salvation It turned out to be a mirage of expectation Hell itself is not the enemy Just a manifestation of my hate and what it means to me And I move through concentric circles below In dire need of rescue so I move slow It's not an energy that can easily be released I passed the event horizon of this hungry beast Disintegrating in agony as it feeds Relaying false messages of what I need I'm not sure if I'm mad I thought of suicide Or that I considered for the first time to ride Being treated like a burden, complainer, annoyance Met with betrayal, forgotten, and avoidance. I don't want to be the bad vibes they talk about. I just needed a friend to help me out. But I see I need rock bottom to see the devil with my eyes To break on through to reach my paradise. To deal with pain and hatred of this size, I have to find a way to deny my own lies.