On Hooks - The Banner

Everyday I feel this life is drowning me

Every face to cross my path is sickening

A pit devoid of soul, of heart or empathy

I try to find a point at all but I can’t see

On these f*cking hooks I’ll hang

To writhe and rot in iron chains

Spirit guides and pills for pain

They drag me to an early grave

I’ve faced the truth I won’t be saved

Its far too late for epiphany

The cloaked ghost will strike the days

Until this world is through with me

I try but I cannot relate at all

Theres no place for me in this f*cking world

Every time I reach to try again

I’m knocked back down reminded who I am

With serpents eyes they smile up at me

They pull their hooks and suck dry what they need

They drop an empty corpse down at their feet

And with their cloven hooves step over me

Here I’ll hang