Wasting my Saturdays trapped onto malignant hell
My tortured wrists wail, crying up a drowning spell
If there was a God, damn it He left me in their cage
Not even archangels will absolve the battles I wage
If hope was an endless sky, then I would have none
Cackling flames, it licked away tears of desperation
Not even the universe hears the final anguished cry
Of a being shackled under the earth, abandoned to die.