I must clear this blood smeared window,

It won't wipe clean,

For Hell I've seen,

Listen, hear my pain's crescendo?


Cold and bleak alone I shall shriek,

To hate today,

Life go away,

I chose to be this weeping freak,


The price of sin is paid with hope,

Take all my dreams,

And self-esteem,

Up high my sickness ties the rope,


They all just laugh and put me down,

For most death comes without a sound.