Hung - Napalm Death

Downwards, downwards —

lifes spiralling descent.

All love is lost.

Premature and unreasoning.

Perversely chained

without any values.

Wretched, Degraded.

Take it all on the chin

to forever hold my piece…

The reins turned noose

pull taut as I fall.

The figment is more painful than the fact,

and I’m the one to hang

just for being me !

The murky clouds wash,

solace comforts me not,

and I’m the one to hang

just for being me !

Black numbing blanket

smothers attrition

once and for all.