From the rope
I used to be a number one
Like I was, Washington
All alone like still no-one knows
Embracing the truth
Down, so ever down
Grime and the muck
I guess if I’m on my own, now
Do not wish for to find, but be the way
For me
Like the pain of singularity
The child of the pity and of the piety
Humility
Diffidence
To Undead, if you leave
I reckon, the cycle went along.