Purity Maze—psychopathic daze—I create this waste Back away from tangents; on the verge of drastic Ways—can't escape this place—I deny your face Sweat gets in my eyes; I think I'm slowly dying Put me in a homemade cellar Put me in a hole for shelter Someone hear me, please; all I see is hate I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out Lost—ran at my own cost—fearing laughter, scoffed Learning from the rush, detached from such and such Bleak—all around me, weak—listening, incomplete I am not a dog, but I'm the one you're dogging I am in a buried kennel I have never felt so final Someone find me, please; losing all reserve I am fucking gone; I think I'm fucking dying Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out You all stare, but you'll never see There is something inside me You all stare, but you'll never see There's something in you I despise Cut me—show me—enter—I am Willing and able and never any danger to myself Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain Or was my tolerance a phase? Empathy, out of my way I can't die I can't die I can't die I can't—die You all stare, but you'll never see There is something inside me You all stare, but you'll never see There's something in you I despise Despise, despise, purity Purity