Theres only horns on the unborn
Demons living without existing
Skin is torn round their form
Sermons praying to stop forming

Walk without purpose whats it about
Never waver on my path to nowhere
Talk about disservice and about clout
Whether I last going onward only forward

It's not a question of will or right
Just a question of pills and sight
Placebos mixed with my life
Spells and hexes
Hide and provide
Give light or life
Heart and a knife
Cant part with the night

Never be reborn eternal within a storm
The fire and burns keep me warm