As this life displays it's final grain of sand,nas the hourglass is drained by it's own command,nmy minds militia line up for their final stand,nburned by the ashes of mistakes, corrections bannednIn rips the skin is formed,neach blood cell bursting in the stormnnCarefully formed on purpose,nin the eyes of hate I've learned itnReflecting off your mirrors I'm told,nto prepare for the grasp of this chokeholdnnGiving up on the rehab of evolution,nexpose the darkness, collect my contribution,nof viruses to be plagued with deaths institution,nlearning each effort should be placed in charred remains, lifes pollutionnIn tatters the bones will shatternevery fragment and fault piles into the matternnCarefully formed on purpose,nin the eyes of hate I've learned itnReflecting off your mirrors I'm told,nto prepare for the grasp of this chokeholdnnIt gives me a reason to leave this world so shitty,nwhen spirit pressure overloads lifes eternal capacity