I'm sick and tired of being admired.
Wired to this brain with every word that is fired,
I can't explain what I want or desire.
I am the distained in this funeral pyre.
I can feel through my veins the blood that maintains
harmony in my heart and throughout my brain.
Too much pain I have gained and I wish to be freed.
The game of life has put me to shame at its inhuman speed.
I am the last left of my creed, and for that reason I shall forever bleed.
Insanity will falter in my minds disease as I fall prey down on my knees.