Vomiturition

What I feel
But cannot see
Its the fear of a man
Reality of man and woman
If I could be a child with a hole in my head
Id take my mind out and rape it in my bed
The juices of my naked soul shall slow
Then Id be more then just a man
Before I go
Ive decided to find
The mind Ive lost to the gardens of grey
Where it was left with children to cry
If I could be more pure and naked than those
Who brought me in here, I could have rosen
My hapiness out and engrave the name
Of my hatred god to it
Though others say that Im often sad
The deserted valleys and the sand
Will prove with every springful rose
That I still exist and be
What could be more beautiful than
A funeral where grief and fear of a man
Are floating grey to the face of the truth
Of the deceased
[ Depression Lyrics ]