Rwyf am ddechrau o\'r newydd, creithiau\'r cnawd wedi mynd hefyd.
Ac rwy\'n casáu\'r holl adegau pan nad yw\'r hyn rwy\'n ei ddweud yn beth rwy\'n ei wneud.
I break apart the ground so hard, as I lift up open the lid.
I am I am, I was I was, I was and am, I had and did.
I patented my life of sin, Ive seen what has been not what will again.
All will repeat, repeat again, repeat repeat, I lose again.
A cyclical story,
As fake as biblical stories,
Building a story,
Canopy drop to floor, he...
Dies in a ball, he...
Flies to a wall, he...
Hides on the floor, the...
Cries at it all, he...
Lies like a fool, the...
Crisis Abort! He...
Likes it, the fall, the...
Dives in, no pool, the...
Strives to be more, the...
Knives at his soul, he...
Hides all his holes, he...
Ties up his tools, he...
Gives up his worth and he falls and he falls, he...
Scratches the itches from the infectious minds, he...
Fucks up his life as he struggles to survive, he...
Dies in his mind, in his brain, heart, and eyes, he...
Lies on the ground, dead physically, mentally, psychologically, biologically, dead on the ground, yes he, is instability debilitating humility and humanity, absurdity, profoundary, pathetically we ignore he, he who bleeds but we don\'t see, the blood that runs to stain our feets, that steady our own fall into the deep, abysmally heed my words against the power of greed.
As greed breaks you down, greedy builds you up to feed.
As money takes the tree, run to plant a new seed