Honed like a straight razor on a stone,
I’m forged in the fire of life alone.
Reborn.
From the chemical comfort of this womb I’m torn.
Thrust into life – cold as black ice,
just as big a hazard as I can devise.
All the shit I’ve had to deal with,
don’t matter how far down I go,
I still feel it.
The pain is so good I need it,
it’s the life that kills me – I love it.
So I push through another resurrection,
a trial by fire that’s mine.
Face to face with my reflection,
through the hell in my mind.
Killing myself – yeah, the world cannot touch,
my love – desire – inspiration – trust.
Force the death of my useless extremities,
instigate change – ’cause this shit’s all the same to me.
Keep going in this vicious cycle.
Rebirth – don’t remain the same
as all these other fucks.
I kill myself.
Reborn.
Everyone’s living with a little dead flesh,
burn it away, cut away – and what’s left
comes through the fire, your true desires.
Real life follows every little death.
Cleansed by the storm – Reborn.
Funeral fire’s warm – Reborn.
From the chemical comfort of this womb I’m torn.
Reborn.
HG – 2000-2005
