I scour my body with worn out eyes.
Touch myself with broken fingers,
Choke my soul until I feel no life
And live for those moments before I stop breathing.

Through hallowed breath I say nothing.
Learning to love others as much as myself,
For they know not a touch as sweet as mine
Nor do they see anything that I am seeing.

Riding 'round the world where the chase is never,
Oh to be back in a land of *****, *** and worn leather.