Here I amnThe dwelling that was inept to the masses,nFor the sacrificesnThat almost seemed non-existentnNon-existentnnThe almost routine behaviour that is around my atmospherenFixation on that dissatisfactionnWelcome to the proper form it should bennBreathing in silencenMakes a man nervousnForeign faces they tauntnSelf controlnnAll the lies are left breathing in silencennDark circles they proceednAround me in the darkness of nightnDevils they were summoned for destruction abuse menSo gracefullynnThey add honesty to my emotions to equal the pain...nn'Cause they like to see me cry...nnFor every ounce of guilt that you give to menI'll tear if from my heart so graciouslyn'Cause I want to see you lie with your face in the groundnCrawling - never to make a soundnnShe told me she was gonenBut I can still see her through that broken wallnEven in this iron confinement she still...nShe still...nnYou control!nnWe are near...nnYOU BURN!nnLive our other form - breed your other formnnFixation on that dissatisfactionnWelcome to the proper form it should be