unclean crushed underneath
a broken idol that I once believed
I am outcast, I am obsolete
only shadow and lie left surrounding me
this is not my home, there will be no peace
I have been cast out, I am marked deceased
this is not my home, I will have no peace

I am lost, know nowhere else
my one place of peace now the coldest hell
these haunted halls in which I have bled
once kept me whole now just another death
I feel their eyes drag over me
my thoughts race, it's crippling
I breathe, I know where I stand
I can count my friends on one fucking hand

leaches and sheep on their hands and their knees
feast on the corpse, mindless and weak
poison the air with the words that they speak
I choke on the filth, I can't fucking breathe
corrupted, infected, take the shape of something real
the soulless and crooked, they burn and they steal
pushing through thorns and the blade of their kind
a curse and a crutch, a shallow grave that is mine

I walk this earth – unbaptized
I have no home – unbaptized
I stand alone – unbaptized
I'll be laid low