In a forest I live with demons of my own
The imagery has no limits, they hurt from within
There's no one to run to, there's no escape
The prey you became when you let people create
The world for you with limits to live by
The gates are locked, you've been thrown away
Hand me the knife, I'm done with the suffering
And bring the wolves, I'll lead the pack one day
They scream, they bite, they throw you around
And when you bite back, it's all your fault
I'd rather be that diamond covered in shit
Than dirty shit with a spray of ink