voices calling choices appalling this is not my morning bad news dawning sick filled Trick, fag ash flicks snag smash lunatics. my thoughts applaud the crucifix I'm no man I'm flawed and thawed cant slay this beast with a sword priests know no name for this demon, dulled from my fathers seamen I'm just a heathen as I try to adjust from the pain which brings no gain, im caught in the rain going fucking insane death seems so easygoing my flesh has seen some stress succumb to the voices I got no other choices.