Can't tell the difference between dark or light signs and smells of the

invisible night blood and rust in the palm of my hand I focus corpse city

wasteland in the blackness of my slivery soul things they're burried and

things I stole the rain is soft dark crystal tears I've been waiting for too

many years dogs fight for pride they die for pride insane storm rides the

skyline eye of storm string and divine roof top horizon of deat hand dirt

we've murdered and killed the earth dogs fight for pride they die for pride

dogs fight for pride the loser's corpse is pushed aside the concrete anguish

inside scream I breathe stinking subway steam a bitter heart fills my my days

am I condemned to feel this way.