Extreme Noise Terror

Working your fingers to the bone
For what rewards
What have I ever received
Watching worthless fools
Clinging to my wake
But not for long
Far too many years of this life
You have been the cancerous side
For now is time to cut you out
To sever these bonds my only thought
Reborn-renamed
Pale existence built on lies
Realisation, routine torn from me
Becoming the fury through what I see
More and more, we're told when to breathe