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.