Come and feel my broken hands Listen to my soul whail in suffering see my mind wrought with dismay my body aches as I kill my conscience What awaits me as i die inside? Can i survive my bleeding will? Who is winning the war of the Mind? Now what is left to kill? Sing me a song from the heart the disonent sound will soothe my rage My blood turns black at the last progression My bliss will end with the death of harmony where do i stand when there is no ground? how do i speak with no toung? why do i bleed where there is no cut? How can i die if i've not lived?