Hand me the antidote, construct a loophole for this
drawback. When will my nauser turn to hatred? When will
my curse become sign? Will it release, will it resolve? a
thousand times but never loose. Just let me go, leave it
alone. Too strong to tie, too weak to choose. Sculpture
of sorrow, bring me Your filth, raising the monuments of
payback. Inhaling my infinite realm. Build up the place,
where I Belong, then rip it down and go along. The roads
I wandered for so long, persuing salvation.