I can not cleanse my eyes from all that I have seen
I can not erase all of the places that I have been
I will never live completely clean
And I am of the belief
That no amount of grief
Will take this obscenity from me,
The disgusting side of me that people see
When they hear me speak,
In truth, I am weak.
I am cold and I do tire
Of the events that must transpire.
Of the vibrations of the wire
That make my ears bleed
And my eyes burn with a hellish fire.