Name your poisonnOn this broken floornI've seen this end beforenYou are in this trap alonenDon't think for a second you're going homenRigid fingers won't make it rightnClose your eyes while you pray for sightnOnly pain in this dispositionnKeep returning your strength for this weaknessnI say fuck the systemnUse the wisdom as the catalystnThen we'll burn it all downnnDo you feel ready?nMy back is turned on younSo pure and fittingnThe demons that could be are killing younYou're most unwillingnEyes roll back with the burn of a companionnIn hell you're driftingnThe demons that could be will make it rightnnDoomed to this subtle endnAttachment not a friendnFeel sick you're the witnessnComprehension fails younNow its death entails younThis phallic shit must stopnIts mockery sends out the closing cropnnFacing westwardnYou must travel alonenTake one last look at its bitter laughnAnd one day a priest will release younnI will no longer be your sober fantasynDo you feel ready?nMy back is turned on younSo pure and fittingnThe demons that could be are killing younYou're most unwillingnEyes roll back with the burn of a companionnIn hell you're driftingnThe demons that could be will make it rightnnDo you feel ready?nMy back is turned on younSo pure and fittingnThe demons that could be are killing you