Throw of your mental restrictions

hanging on to your feeling towards

change

anyway

gearing up for another round

tearing open this fresh wound

stitches ripped

leaking smelly fluids

stay sane dont lose your beacon

in all this daily madness

speak your deepest spell

around the corners of an empty welll

drop the metal bucket

echoes clang

it breaks the rusty chain at dawn

over the top with the muzzled sound

of a false whistle

there is no easy way out from all this man made extermination ground.