born of a broken man
rage against the machine
they try to escape across the street where
and raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
like autumn leaves his sense fell from him
an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within
his thoughts like a hundred moths
their wings banging and burning
forever awake he lies shaking and starving
praying for someone to turn off the light
my fear is hunting me down
they try to escape across the street where
and raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture