When every step goes uphill with thorns in my feet
As hills are embedded in broken glass, can't retreat
Walk upon red ribbons of blood, in shredded tissue
With ink of a dead man's pen, misery in self accuse
Making a slam dunk case, against a sanity clause
Nothing my life has deserved last minute rescue
So, no I don't suspect anything will surprise me
That will save me from death's wretched claws
Saying, I spilled some wine, it can't be cleaned
