Rotted, spoiled,
like a piece of bad meat.
In need of oil,
like a rusty machine.

Gears won't turn,
fire won't burn.
Can you keep me burning?
Keep my gears turning?

I'm alone,
everyday,
thoughts surround,
my mind in waves.

I don't know,
if there's a way,
to save myself,
from my own hate.

Always fear,
the end is near,
but it keeps turning,
and I keep living,
unwilling.

Crusted over,
my eyes are closed.
There's nothing worth,
seeing anymore.

I just walk this Earth,
blind and empty.
Wondering why,
did God send me?

I need to,
get away,
from this broken,
burnt up place.

If you want,
come with me,
we can leave here,
be set free.

I'm not staying,
in this hell,
I'm better off dead,
than myself.