I am sold I am forgotten Covered with mold, I have gone rotten I have been spit out, I was rejected Used up and shit out I was dissected Now it seems I'm running around in circles A different way to die To finally be free I am sold Brand of corruption My blood has grown cold My senseless destruction Squashed like an insect Drowned in desperation Buried up to my neck in the wreckage of my own creation Now it seems I'm running around in circles A different way to die To finally be free