He can't name it

Drowning in subconscious whispers

Spinning daily on an unholy rosary

Perhaps God will save me

As my body dies hour by hour

Why eat to feed this fleshy abomination

No patience for life just the crazyies

Mirror fiends that dance in trance on the grave 

Of my weeping past.

A chorus of voices you are not bleeding enough

So up to the mount with you Jesus child