Starve* your ego, wake your pride
Marry death's eternal bride
Wear the ring upon your head

Tighter still it turns you red
Fury fury build your bond
Mold the eyes you rest upon

Take a day or two or three
More than this will set you free
If the blood inside your hands

Bares itself in lonely strands
You have buried nothing then
That is what it means to end

Over, under, up from there
Feet have traveled everywhere
Worn and famished state of mind

Looking for a vital sign
Wrap around the map you made
Circle back, forever fade