Inside The Souls Are Inbred
And Masochism’s Our Religion Instead.
Suicidal In The Womb,
Cancerous In My Room.
Another Push, 
The Dazed Drag By.
Another Drag,
The Days Push By.
We Could Wither And Die,
We’ve Been Dead All Our Life.
A Turn Of Phrase
And Your Turning In Your Grave.