I stand over myself, kicking my body aside
Useless cadaver, from which I will carve,
I have taken from Death what he has denied
Yet I cannot bring myself up from the floor,
Why do I relish in the life I\'ve left ignored?
Surely, this blade doesn\'t apprehend my rue,
I ache to sculpt myself again
For I\'ve forgotten the body resting here,
To me it\'s worth a thousand men.
And the bell will soon toll for nothing,
And I\'ll still be waiting here
In this disgusting mess of soulless rage,
And soon the past I will fear