Bare.

[Geno]

inferno of rage, flames, internal decay, thanks
caused by the conviction of every word that you say, great
vertical range, eyes turn into space, insecurities, weight
social anxiety, the wall between your personal space
assertively fake, awake, thinking its absurd to be lame
whats the purpose of faith, do you deserve to be saved
what if that and fagot were a pair of words in the same
you certainly crave, a different sort of grounds to be on
a place where you can be an asshole, without any fault
the balance of all things that you know to exist, a total eclipse
open the pit, fall asleep and wake up where nobody is
no one exists, not you, me, him, her, or the coma your in
the aroma is rich, enough to sell your soul for a hit
but the coldness is thick, and your clothes have been stripped
the belt you wore doesn't bare the type of gold that it did
frozen and stiff, eyes wide open like your focussed as shit
you bend the rules and hit the wall, but the ropes never give
your gut feels like an ocean of ribs, broke into bits
its over, the bridge you burned down explodes into sticks
and there you are, sitting on a chair where nobody sits
the darkest place conceivable, you know where it is
its nowhere to live, its sick, its your own hair and skin

Gen.