(2:52)(Music: Jennings. Lyrics: Griff)
Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath, released from attachment hyman reaction. Muted unable to realise images of your designs soul sacrifice a blessing to me, carve from your memories. Deep impressions my depths, worthless as each breath, worlds within words of half truth my fears of losing you. I'll pour scorn from the lowest place colour fades from your face. Annihilation acceptance. Paradox of self existence.