Trapped inside I can't escape, proped up as the main attraction, gawking blurs and distorted laughter contorted in a profit fashion

Every feeling is one of shame...designs on my leather back sketch a tree, the best of beauty as beautiful can be

The putrid stench of blood rusted chains and calls of my beings, I hunger deep from day to day, that is irrelevant, I'm already dead anyway

Never grasped the idea of the compassionate way, my only ambition is to open my eyes the next day

It's not their doing, the shadows are nice, they dance through the trees filled with ice, the burn stings penetrate but, that's okay...I'm already dead anyway

I have a light, who holds me close and shows me night, when he leaves I loose my way, I am dead anyway

Now all I am left to be is shame, the one with no name