• There is a certain set of weight
    Hence come forth from hell
    The press and push of this large gait
    Does take, cook, and tell

    I surround myself with the demons
    That set this weight on me
    Them brought forth from my summons
    And with them now I plea

    "This oppression you have given me,
    is to much for me to bear."
    Like a dog I am now driven
    But they only sit and stare

    Not moving, or twitching, or thinking a thought
    They look at me now, small as a dot
    I kneel on the ground, clutching my head
    Now on the floor, stone cold and dead.