For Shame is the call of my bud,

Taking away from my soul, 

Inhalling handing the wheel over to a phantom 

Losings sunlight losing control to find a paved way 

Fighting for a feeling that Ive been casing in , blocking, conceling

Stitching together wounds, diving into mansoons.

Regreating taking that first puff hating yourself for doing to much.

Using my words like fist, Woe to all who they hit 

For Shame is the call Of my bud.

For When I Answer I Am Fully Beset With Nothing But Regret