My bloodshot eyes and waning mind have hit a wall
Through cold and blackness I feebly flail
An effort to make the screaming shadows disappear
Their voices burn my tongue with abject lies
My skin searing under a red eyed gaze
Every remembrance of what once was past
Has now become my present

And while the tiger crouches and lies in wait
A tale of hunger flicks back and forth through time
Seeping deeper into the stitch-worn earth
The minutes, the seconds count each breath
And the tax becomes higher each time
Barely breaking surface in the vast ocean
Of bad luck and hatred