One of the free. my demons are at war . they turn from grey to black . they bring me into the deep end far. and on my bloody horrorfying track . with a non sensitive pain . they hang me up on an annihilating strain, towards the bullet dead insane. like an amputated freak of the mad. i belong to the unspoken and forsaken glad. blinded by unbelievable lies, i have to open my closed eyes . the poor sadly thaughts i deny, these shall be my funeral the day i die . nevertheless shall that day soon be forgotten , and my memory shall remain rotten . i hoped my death did the pain comes to rest , but i shall be of the best. my demons are still at war, and i still am at the deep end far . i have to go by the dark portal away . cause the slayer comes closer day by day. closer to the misery thaughts of me , i do not know where i shall be , but i shall be one of the free.