Sick of Will

can't ever win against my sin
i find i'm made of dust again
look away from evil displays
shadows on your walls come from my eyes

if i could only be
if i could only be your master
you'll torture me intell the day i die to you
if i could only learn to ignore myself
and let you burn away,
save myself from your decay
leave me--
every time i'm up you come to hold me down, hold me
I see-i've got nothing left to show you now, show you

want to decide to commit willicide
i whew the chains i wrapped again
in my dream, see what i've seen
the sun will dry you up and burn the dead away