`For years this soul has scared itself raw, for internal wisdom and a mind in a war. Personal triumph to personal lost, The selling of souls for the price of their cost.
These arts of mine wrecked from personal flames, there's nothing to lose, though nothing to gain. For these stories of mine fall on deaf ears, Personal Trauma, hopes and the fears.
A baring of soul is not needed these days, for there's more to this world than personal pain. So burn it away and cast it aside, for we all live short on limited time.
Cleanse yourself clean before a mental decease, the weight of our baggage makes us crawl on our knees. So leave this behind for it burdens the soul, nothing is necessary that's all one need know.
Feel the removal of desire and shame, it's the key to rebirth in a world slightly sane. We are what we are and our being must breathe, so I leave this behind and start something... Clean.