Behind Craven

Despise myself for the enema frontline, a knuckle down Clarity holds me, castration of the moral code In every aspect and chance, a domineer Saddens me, drowning me, wont let it alter me With gamblers odds, I try to rise above Lectures stuck behind craven In each and every blow Through my skin and eyes, see my righteous mind Death written within, dodge none Come forth from this chastity Mending this broken flesh Deliberate guilt upon me, scaling for agony Dare not to feel again to remain this shell Cruelty drowning, despair for reformation Bedamn this toothless hound Engulfed by fear of ridicule I submit to their stare Every conflict brakes me down I've placed this weight upon myself