Progeny of sin                                                              ­                           Genetically inclined                                                         ­                                            I’m the next of kin

Ideal is in death                                                            ­                                      Apathy is in me                                                               ­                                                  I am losing breath                                                           ­                                       

Worshiping hollow hope                                                             ­                                           Pray to the self                                                             ­                                              Take a little dope to cope                                                             ­                         

Dry eyes, dryer tears                                                            ­                                           Cold blood, colder heart                                                            ­                                               Flat-lined mind,                                                            ­                        where are my fears

Leave me alone,                                                           ­                                          Help me please